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Charlie is growing so quickly. She weighs nine pounds, two ounces now.

In fantabulous news, she's completely off the feeding tube during the day, and has taken as much as 100ml in one go. Jeff was taught how to put the tube in last night and did very well. We assume they're going to lend/rent us one of the machines that slowly pushes the liquid into the tube, so that if she needs to be tube-fed once she's home, she can eat. They put the tube in at night 'cause she'd rather sleep than eat. While I understand her position, she pretty much needs to do both. :)

We're to bring her car seat in soon (they'll call and tell us when the appointment is) and they're going to do a One Hour Stress Test. If she can stay in the seat for an hour without her heart rate dropping, she'll be much *Much* closer to coming home. Though, it seems silly...we only live twenty minutes away...this test is forty minutes too long! ;-)

Why am I mentioning all the stuff Jeff knows and did? 'Cause even though I was at the hospital last night, I didn't get to go see her. Of my own volition (stupid volition *grump*). I'd had a stomach ache for a while, and it wasn't getting any better in the waiting room. I was planning on soldiering through, as I had gum and seeing Charlie is more important than anything.

Then I began to feel remarkably nauseated, and that didn't go away either. I knew I couldn't go in there like that, even if I managed to not barf. Sometimes, I hate being mature.

So, after Jeff gave me the update and we talked for a bit, we headed down to the building entrance. Sammy had to go to the bathroom, so she and Jeff peeled off and I kept going out the door, figuring the cold air would help. Which it did, very much. Till I barfed in the bushes. Luckily, those were right next to the bench I was sitting on, so I didn't have to go far, and could sit down when my legs felt weak. All in all, it wasn't the most fun I've ever had, and I don't recommend it.

Though, at least I didn't feel I'd been dumb in not going into the NICU...

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Charlie is growing so quickly. She weighs nine pounds, two ounces now.

In fantabulous news, she's completely off the feeding tube during the day, and has taken as much as 100ml in one go. Jeff was taught how to put the tube in last night and did very well. We assume they're going to lend/rent us one of the machines that slowly pushes the liquid into the tube, so that if she needs to be tube-fed once she's home, she can eat. They put the tube in at night 'cause she'd rather sleep than eat. While I understand her position, she pretty much needs to do both. :)

We're to bring her car seat in soon (they'll call and tell us when the appointment is) and they're going to do a One Hour Stress Test. If she can stay in the seat for an hour without her heart rate dropping, she'll be much *Much* closer to coming home. Though, it seems silly...we only live twenty minutes away...this test is forty minutes too long! ;-)

Why am I mentioning all the stuff Jeff knows and did? 'Cause even though I was at the hospital last night, I didn't get to go see her. Of my own volition (stupid volition *grump*). I'd had a stomach ache for a while, and it wasn't getting any better in the waiting room. I was planning on soldiering through, as I had gum and seeing Charlie is more important than anything.

Then I began to feel remarkably nauseated, and that didn't go away either. I knew I couldn't go in there like that, even if I managed to not barf. Sometimes, I hate being mature.

So, after Jeff gave me the update and we talked for a bit, we headed down to the building entrance. Sammy had to go to the bathroom, so she and Jeff peeled off and I kept going out the door, figuring the cold air would help. Which it did, very much. Till I barfed in the bushes. Luckily, those were right next to the bench I was sitting on, so I didn't have to go far, and could sit down when my legs felt weak. All in all, it wasn't the most fun I've ever had, and I don't recommend it.

Though, at least I didn't feel I'd been dumb in not going into the NICU...