8 a.m.
Talked to the night nurse and Aubrey had a good night. No episodes, still eating well. She did lose 15 grams, but that's not a big deal. Dr. Bartley thinks she's doing great and that we just have to hang out and wait for her to grow.
I know Adam mentioned yesterday that we both got to hold her, but I have to talk about that again for a minute. The nurse told me that I was going to be able to, so I gelled my hands with anti-bac stuff, put my gloves on, and got situated in my rocking chair. The nurse turned to me and said, "you can lose the gloves. It's your birthday." (She really let me go sans gloves because Aubrey's skin is so much better--her color is beautiful and it's less fragile.) You've never seen rubber gloves come off so fast! I was back in the chair in an instant, my fingers itching to touch that sweet skin. The nurse wrapped Aubrey like a burrito again but left her right arm out this time. I'm not sure that anything has felt so precious as having my big finger wrapped inside her tiny ones...I thought I would cry, but I was too busy grinning like an idiot. That was just what this mama needed to get her through to the next time, and I absolutely can't wait until I can have her up against me in just her little diaper. Anticipation.
My mom was in with me when I held her, and she did the crying. ;-) Then she went to get Adam so he could see us, and then, because he hadn't held her at all yet (he was generous and let me do it), we switched chairs and he got to hold his daughter for the first time. I don't think I've ever seen quite that same expression on his face as I did at that moment. He beamed. Glowed. And became firmly wrapped around Aubrey's tiny finger. It's amazing to me that each time something new happens with Aubrey, I find that I love Adam even more than I did before...and I loved him a ginormous amount before all this started. He's so good for me.
Psalm 18 today!
-Keli
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