Well, the world is still here. Color me surprised. I don't know what all the fuss was about seeing as God already told us that no one knows when the world will end. If He hasn't even told the angels in heaven, he sure as heck didn't tell the Mayans. Sweet Aubrey had a pretty good end-of-the-world night; she dropped her sats pretty low a few times, but she didn't stop breathing or drop her heart rate. Not a true episode, but it did get her oxygen turned up by the nurse. Oh, and get this--she weighs 3lb 7oz! She gained 4 ounces!! Now I'm not sure that all that weight is going to stick, but it sure is nice to see that number. I'm worried about her gained so slowly. I feel like I'm breathing better today, so pray I get to see her!
I forgot to mention that I showed pictures of Aubrey to a complete stranger for the first time a couple of days ago. On day 2 of my NICU ban I figured I had time to get my hair cut, something I'd been putting off for a while. The poor girl cutting my hair asked if I was excited about the holidays...my enormous sigh had to have tipped her off that I wasn't exactly kid-on-Christmas-morning thrilled, so I decided to explain myself. I got the usual gasp and shocked face when I told her how much Aubrey weighed the day she was born, and another gasp-shock combo when I showed her a pic of the first time we kangarooed. Then I had to show her what she looked like now, and the girl's face smoothed into a smile at the sight of a "real" baby. People just don't know what to say, and that's ok. I probably wouldn't either if I'd never been in this situation myself.
-Keli
holding daddy's hand |
her hat is getting too small! |
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