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Oct. 23rd, 2005 12:29 pmI've been keeping a paper journal. And pumping breastmilk, and driving (well, riding) on the highway, and teaching the kids spanish. And getting closer and closer to Grant, until I think that maybe we'll just fuse into one being.
Today I'm also worrying about the hurricane. There's so much uncertainty, there - if it comes ashore on the west coast as a weak 2, a bit north of us, we'll get nothing more than tropical storm force winds. But if it comes ashore closer south, as a strong 2 or a 3, we're in for some major hurricane hoohaw. And they're saying either way, we're on the strong side, and there are likely to be lots of tornadoes with this one because of this and that optimal condition. So...are we worrying for nothing? Or do we need to get out of dodge? For now I'm just trying to get as much milk ready for Jake as possible, while Grant buys supplies and puts up the shutters. We're making our last trip to the hospital before the weather really deteriorates for his 5 o'clock feeding.
I managed to get up there and nurse him 3 times yesterday. His feedings are scheduled 4 hours apart, he sleeps pretty much constantly in between. He usually nurses and stays up with me for burps and changing and whatnot for an hour or so, if I'm there. We have some new pictures. I'm extremely grateful that he is such an easy going baby, who only cries when hungry...it would be much harder if he was miserable without me. Right now it seems like he is on day 5 of 10 of the new, stronger antibiotics and should be able to come home when they're finished.
Ananda is still clinging to me hard, paranoid that I'll leave again (on an overnight basis), and acting up more than normal. Little things - like patting and rubbing her back until she falls asleep, and holding her hand as we walk along the sidewalk - seem to help. Aaron is not as responsive as he normally would be - he's reverted a little to seeming "more" S.I.D.-ish, but not too much. Grant is really making an effort with him, and they do lots of really cool things while I'm in with Jake. Like go to the airport and watch planes take off and walk around in the concourse on the moving walkways, or go find parks around Miami to play at, or go to the roof of the parking garage at the hospital, where they can see the whole city. G is a really amazing Daddy. A and A are helping him put up shutters right now. I feel so good about Isaac - it's really like we just did EVERYTHING right with him. He is acting totally normal - better than normal, really, it's like he's had a big jump in maturity and now he's a big boy. He walks along with us at the hospital without ever running away, even if we don't hold his hand. He seems to understand pretty much anything we say to him, and he SINGS, now :)He was thrilled to see us after our labor and c/s absence, but never really seemed to MISS us, when we were gone, which I think is all around ideal.
Some doctor told us on Saturday that Jake could come home Monday (tomorrow). I made her repeat it 3 times in 3 different ways and still told myself I shouldn't get too excited. But, well, how could I not? So then yesterday she comes in and tells me that she was wrong, yada yada yada, she's sorry. :::Sigh::: 5 days from now actually doesn't seem TOO too long, in the grand scheme of things...we were thinking a couple more weeks, before we were told Monday. Blah.
And it's not GBS. It's some kind of staph that we all have on our skin, but somehow was colonizing in his blood. They're not sure where he got it from, though my infected placenta is one option. THey don't know what was colonized in my placenta, though, as it wasn't tested, only observed as being very inflamed. His spinal fluid came back clean, so that's good.
We both collapse into bed at night totally exhausted and kind of black out. Except I have to collapse really *slowly* so it doesn't hurt too much ;)
( And some personal messages, because I am not going to make it to everyone's journals or email... )
Today I'm also worrying about the hurricane. There's so much uncertainty, there - if it comes ashore on the west coast as a weak 2, a bit north of us, we'll get nothing more than tropical storm force winds. But if it comes ashore closer south, as a strong 2 or a 3, we're in for some major hurricane hoohaw. And they're saying either way, we're on the strong side, and there are likely to be lots of tornadoes with this one because of this and that optimal condition. So...are we worrying for nothing? Or do we need to get out of dodge? For now I'm just trying to get as much milk ready for Jake as possible, while Grant buys supplies and puts up the shutters. We're making our last trip to the hospital before the weather really deteriorates for his 5 o'clock feeding.
I managed to get up there and nurse him 3 times yesterday. His feedings are scheduled 4 hours apart, he sleeps pretty much constantly in between. He usually nurses and stays up with me for burps and changing and whatnot for an hour or so, if I'm there. We have some new pictures. I'm extremely grateful that he is such an easy going baby, who only cries when hungry...it would be much harder if he was miserable without me. Right now it seems like he is on day 5 of 10 of the new, stronger antibiotics and should be able to come home when they're finished.
Ananda is still clinging to me hard, paranoid that I'll leave again (on an overnight basis), and acting up more than normal. Little things - like patting and rubbing her back until she falls asleep, and holding her hand as we walk along the sidewalk - seem to help. Aaron is not as responsive as he normally would be - he's reverted a little to seeming "more" S.I.D.-ish, but not too much. Grant is really making an effort with him, and they do lots of really cool things while I'm in with Jake. Like go to the airport and watch planes take off and walk around in the concourse on the moving walkways, or go find parks around Miami to play at, or go to the roof of the parking garage at the hospital, where they can see the whole city. G is a really amazing Daddy. A and A are helping him put up shutters right now. I feel so good about Isaac - it's really like we just did EVERYTHING right with him. He is acting totally normal - better than normal, really, it's like he's had a big jump in maturity and now he's a big boy. He walks along with us at the hospital without ever running away, even if we don't hold his hand. He seems to understand pretty much anything we say to him, and he SINGS, now :)He was thrilled to see us after our labor and c/s absence, but never really seemed to MISS us, when we were gone, which I think is all around ideal.
Some doctor told us on Saturday that Jake could come home Monday (tomorrow). I made her repeat it 3 times in 3 different ways and still told myself I shouldn't get too excited. But, well, how could I not? So then yesterday she comes in and tells me that she was wrong, yada yada yada, she's sorry. :::Sigh::: 5 days from now actually doesn't seem TOO too long, in the grand scheme of things...we were thinking a couple more weeks, before we were told Monday. Blah.
And it's not GBS. It's some kind of staph that we all have on our skin, but somehow was colonizing in his blood. They're not sure where he got it from, though my infected placenta is one option. THey don't know what was colonized in my placenta, though, as it wasn't tested, only observed as being very inflamed. His spinal fluid came back clean, so that's good.
We both collapse into bed at night totally exhausted and kind of black out. Except I have to collapse really *slowly* so it doesn't hurt too much ;)
( And some personal messages, because I am not going to make it to everyone's journals or email... )
