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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Sunday, March 31, 2013

8p.m.

I hope everyone had a blessed Easter and remembered the real reason for the day--thank You Jesus for saving us!

We had a great Easter.  We took Aubrey to church for the first time today.  We told our pastor beforehand that we'd be there, so he asked everyone last week to please just look at Aubrey and not touch her our expect to hold her.  Everyone was great about saying hi from a respectable distance, and of course they all just loved seeing in person the baby they'd been praying for for 5 months.
our first Sunday at church as a family

We then went to my aunt and uncle's house to have lunch and spend time with my mom's family.  There was lots of laughter and food and baby holding.
a better 4 generation pic (not in the hospital!)


the family
Well, tomorrow is the dreaded day.  Adam is going back to work.  I can't think about it without crying.  It's not just fear of having to do everything for Aubrey by myself--I'm going to miss Adam.  I've loved being home with him every day for 6 weeks.  Someone told me early on that I'd probably want to send him back to work after a week or two...as a friend of ours said, that person didn't know us very well. I want to keep him here with me and our baby in our safe little bubble.  Blah.

-Keli

Saturday, March 30, 2013

What not to say...

During our first days in the NICU with Aubrey, Adam and I heard lots of encouraging words from friends, family, and even strangers.  We had no idea what we were in for, no expectations; we had no context to put this experience into.  We knew, though, when something someone said rankled us, put us on the defensive, got our hackles up.  After we brought Aubrey home, an article on a Facebook page about preemies that I get updates from piqued my interest; it was called "10 Things Not to Say to Parents of Preemies."  Before we even read the list, I was betting we'd heard all of them in one form or another.  We hadn't, thankfully--the people surrounding us seemed to be much more sensitive to our plight than the general public.

A survey was done of 630 mothers who had preemies in the NICU for varying lengths of time.  The results showed that many of them lost relationships with people they loved because of hurtful things said about their too-early babies.  They came up with a list of 10 most-heard hurtful things, and here they are in all their glory:

1. “You’re so lucky that you didn’t have to go through the end of pregnancy!”
2. “At least with the baby in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit), you can get rest at night!”
3. “He’s so small!”
4. “When will she catch up?”
5. “What did you do, that he was born so early?”
6. “Everything happens for a reason.”
7. “Now that you have her home and off all that medical equipment, everything will be fine.”
8. “You’re just being paranoid about his health.”
9. “She needs to be exposed to germs to build up immunity.”
10. “He’s how old? My child is the same age and twice his size.”

Some of these absolutely flabbergast me.  How could anyone utter those things to a mother whose child is fighting for his/her life?  Ok.  Stop and breathe, Keli.  Calm down.  Start at the beginning.

 1. “You’re so lucky that you didn’t have to go through the end of pregnancy!”
 Luckily I didn't hear this in these exact words, because I have a feeling I would have hauled off and hit the speaker. I have a friend who was put on bed rest around the 27th week of her pregnancy, not long after Aubrey was born.  She mentioned on Facebook about how hard it was to be stuck sitting around all day.  I gently reminder her (and I was nice about it--this was my friend!) that I would have killed to have been on my butt at home with my feet propped up if it meant that Aubrey was still safely ensconced inside my belly and not struggling to live hooked up to machines.  I didn't get that chance.  And I know I would have probably been miserable after a grand total of 2 days on bed rest too, but after seeing it from the scary NICU side I would have given anything to have been sent home with orders not to be up and around.  I've mentioned before that I grieved the rest of my pregnancy--I still do.  I missed Aubrey after she was born.  Those 2 days I was in the hospital I know I still felt her kick inside me.  For weeks after her birth my hands flew to my belly protectively when something startled me, and there are times when I cried because it was flat and she wasn't there.  I wanted to get round and have people feel her kickboxing and ask me when I was due.  You could barely tell I was even pregnant when she was born.  I wanted that normal, uncomfortable last few weeks of pregnancy when the countdown was on to when she would arrive a healthy, happy newborn.

2. “At least with the baby in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit), you can get rest at night!”
*Hysterical laughter*  Right, right.  Rest.  Sure.  I found one of those ecards that another NICU parent made that said, "Telling me to rest as much as I can while my baby's in the NICU is like telling me to eat as much as I can now so I won't be hungry next month."  That about sums it up.  There is no way to rest peacefully while your baby is in the hospital.  You go to sleep worrying about her.  You wake up in the middle of the night, several times, in a cold sweat thinking something has happened.  You call the NICU at 1a.m.  At 4 a.m.  Again when you finally roll out of bed to go to work at 6a.m., bedraggled from the nightmares you had during the few hours you actually slept.  Stress is unbelievably exhausting.  Adam and I would have gladly gotten up to feed her every 2 hours if we could have just had her well and at home.  Yes, we would have been tired then too, but we would have the peace of mind that she was healthy enough to be out of the hospital and we could check on her anytime we felt the need.

3. “He’s so small!”
I'm sorry, but DUH.  Yes, she's small.  Born way too early and all that, remember?  We knew she was small and we didn't need reminding.

 4. “When will she catch up?”
Rudeness.  As a parent, we're already worried about that.  We don't want our preemie to be behind at all developmentally, but we know there's a good chance she will be.  Don't comment on how far behind she is.  Tell us how great she's doing instead.

 5. “What did you do, that he was born so early?”
Never, never, never, ever ever say this to a preemie mama.  NEVER.  Trust me when I tell you that mama is already being hard enough on herself and doesn't need anyone else adding to her self-loathing.  Those that have read this blog all along know that I felt guilty (still do, sometimes) for not carrying Aubrey longer, giving her a better start.  Sometimes a mother can do everything in her power to give her baby the best chance at life and it backfires on her.  The doctors never gave me a reason for Aubrey's early arrival; some mothers find out--an infection, a placental tear, high blood pressure.  Those of us that took care of ourselves the best we knew how are still haunted by the thought that we could have done more, done something differently, that we didn't do something we should have done.  That will be with us always.  Always.

6. “Everything happens for a reason.”
I have a friend whose baby died in the womb the day before she was scheduled to be born.  They never found a reason as to why she died.  I learned a lot from that friend in those dark days after she lost her sweet girl.  People would think they were being comforting when they said that "everything happens for a reason."  It's not comforting.  It's cliche and trite.  No one knows the reason behind why babies are allowed to die, why they are born too early and struggle for so long.  For a parent watching their child work too hard to breathe, to live, there is no good reason.  Sometimes things just happen.  If there's a reason, only God knows.

 7. “Now that you have her home and off all that medical equipment, everything will be fine.”
As scary as having Aubrey in the NICU was, bringing her home was just as terrifying.  You have no back up.  There is no nurse a nanosecond away if something goes wrong. When you've seen your kid turn blue on a number of occasions, it's always in the back of your mind that it could happen again, no matter that it hasn't happened in over a month.  And, the majority of the time, preemies as early as Aubrey don't get to leave all the medical equipment at the hospital when they're discharged--we brought home a feeding pump and an apnea monitor.  Some babies come home on oxygen and with tubes through their little sides into their stomachs.  To automatically say that when they go home "everything will be fine" trivializes the situation.  Yes, we want everything to be fine, but there are no guarantees.  My brother said it best about bringing Aubrey home when he guessed that we were both ecstatic and petrified.

 8. “You’re just being paranoid about his health.”
No one has said this to us, thank the Lord.  We kept people away from her for a while, and when we did let them see her we insisted they wash first and have on clean clothes.  Everyone has complied without complaint because they know it's for Aubrey's good.  I guess some parents can seem over-protective about their babies, but they know them best.  If they choose to keep that baby in the house from September to May because they're worried about colds and RSV and whatever else kids pass around, that's their prerogative. If they choose to take that baby to the doctor for every sneeze and off-color poop, so be it.  I know that feeling of wanting to catch something small before it becomes something big, and you can't fault them for that.  Our little one has been through enough in her short life--we want to keep her out of the hospital for good.

 9. “She needs to be exposed to germs to build up immunity.”
I guess to some extent that's true, but this one goes along with #8.  Better safe than sorry.  They will get their share of germs, and too many or just the wrong one can overwhelm their fragile immune systems.  I strongly believe that Aubrey getting my breast milk from the very beginning helped strengthen her immunity; she didn't get a single infection while in the NICU, and one of the doctors told us the average number of infections a baby usually got while there was 4.5.  But, having said that, she didn't get all of the immunities she was supposed to get from me--that usually happens in the third trimester and we didn't make it that far. Kids are exposed to germs every second of every day.  I think it's ok to take it slowly and keep them as well as possible for as long as possible.

10. “He’s how old? My child is the same age and twice his size.”
We haven't heard this one...yet.  I wonder if some insensitive soul will see Aubrey at the grocery store with me and ask how old she is, and when I reply with her actual age instead of her corrected age I will be rudely smacked over the head with that response.  I think all it would take would be to tell them that well, she was almost 16 weeks early, so really she's pretty awesome.  It's never a short answer when people ask how old she is.

So that's what NOT to say (and my long-winded take on it).  The article also gave some ideas on what TO say:

1. Congratulations! (Though this is somewhat controversial: some parents are offended at being congratulated when their babies are very ill. Others are offended because no congratulations are offered.)
2. “Tell me about your baby.”
3. “How can I help?” (Or better yet, offering specific assistance.)
4. “This experience must be very challenging.”
5. “He’s beautiful — he looks like you” (or the other parent.)
6. “I’ve brought you a meal.”
7. “I’m available to talk” — indicating what you’re really offering is to listen.
8. “Can I drive you to and from the hospital?”
9. “Tell me what’s going on with her medically.”
10. “I don’t know what to say, but I am thinking of you and your baby.”

Those are good.  People really didn't know whether or not to tell us congratulations--that's a hard one.  Nothing's normal when your baby goes straight to the NICU; it's a scary time instead of a happy one.  Asking what's going on with the baby is always good; at least it was for me.  I wanted to tell anyone who would listen how she was doing.  Specific assistance is awesome--just do something.  Tell mom and dad you'll go to their house and take care of the dog or vacuum or get some groceries or babysit their other kids or  bring them food at such and such a time.  NICU moms and dads seriously don't have it all together, especially in the early days soon after the baby is born.  I would've forgotten to eat if my mom hadn't just showed up with food. 

The thing we heard the most when people first laid eyes on Aubrey in the early days was "wow."  Just that word.  It was tough to say anything else because they'd never seen anything like her before.  I think the best thing to do for the parents is give them a hug and tell them you're praying for the baby and them.  Because really, what else is there to say?

-Keli

link to the full article: http://commonhealth.wbur.org/2011/06/insensitive-remarks-preemies




I would like to say that none of our close friends or even distant friends ever said anything but supportive things to us. Y'all are the best.

- Adam

Friday, March 29, 2013

Friday, March 29, 2013

3:30p.m.

Back to the pediatrician this morning for a weigh-in...Aubrey gets weighed more than the contestants on the Biggest Loser.  Anyway, last Friday she weighed 10lb 1oz.  Today she weighed 10lb 6.5oz!  Since she gained so well, the doctor said we could leave the tube out but she wants to weigh her again next Friday.  Whew.  I guess this "being a preemie" thing is going to affect every decision the doctor makes about her for a long time.  I'm guessing regular full-term babies don't have to go in to be weighed every week.  Hopefully if she has gained more next week we can go to at least every couple of weeks. 

you have to be clean and shiny to go to the doctor, right?

one guess as to who dressed her... :)
-Keli

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Thursday, March 28, 2013

6p.m.

I didn't post yesterday because we really haven't been all that exciting the last two days.  No appointments...I went to work for a few hours yesterday and today...Aubrey's been eating and sleeping and filling diapers and being cute. 

We go to the pediatrician tomorrow for a weight check.  Praying she has gained or at least not lost any...we don't want that feeding tube back.  Her every-3-hour eating schedule the NICU put her on has gone out the window.  Sometimes it's almost 4 hours before she's hungry, sometimes it's 2.5.  She has been waking up about 1:30a.m., so we try to feed her--it's a no-go.  I have to wake her up about 4 or 4:30 and then she'll take the whole bottle.  She's her own little person, for sure. 

It's Aubrey's world, people, and we're just livin' in it. :)

-Keli

MY toy.  So there, ha.

Take me to your leader, earthling!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

6p.m.

Adam had to go to work for training today and Aubrey had to go to the eye doctor, so this was the first appointment of hers that he has missed.  We made it though, with some help from my mom.  I could have handled it by myself I think, but why not have my mom with me?  Just makes it more fun. :)  We had to do something to make it more fun because the way Aubrey has to have her eyes checked is nobody's idea of a good time.  She has to have 3 sets of drops right when we arrive--numbing drops and dilating drops.  Then we have to sit and wait 45 minutes for the drops to work.  Then a nurse comes in and tries (emphasis on the "tries") to swaddle Aubrey so she can't flail her arms around.  The doctor comes in with a contraption on her head that lets her look inside Aubrey's eyes; she proceeds to put metal thingies in the eye that pries it apart, then puts another metal thingy in it that lets her roll it around.  It's really quite awful to watch.  And awful to hear.  Because Aubrey cries.  A lot. She was fine once it was over and I picked her up though.

her little eyes are still dilated 7 hours after seeing the doctor

The doctor said that the retinopathy has completely resolved itself and her eyes look perfect.  She didn't remember doing the surgery (she and another surgeon do all the surgeries on babies and kids, so they're busy) and said, "who did this?  This laser pattern is perfect.  Did I do this?"  I told her that yes, she did the surgery.  She said, "Wow.  I'm good."  Yep, she's good.  She said she wanted to see Aubrey again in 6 months because preemies as early as she was can have issues with their eye muscles that can cause crossing and lazy eye.  She just wants to keep an eye on her (ha!) and catch anything that's going on early.

-Keli

Monday, March 25, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

11a.m.

Today's Monday, right?  So that means yesterday was Sunday...I forgot to post, didn't I?  Yep.  Ok, well, we weren't very exciting yesterday...we went to my mom and dad's, I went to work for a couple of hours and then my boss came to see Aubrey.  She hadn't seen her since a couple of days after she was born and was still in a plastic box and the size of a hamster.  I showed her pictures incessantly of course, but she wanted to see her in the flesh. Who wouldn't? ;)

Today we were only supposed to have a speech therapy appointment this afternoon, but Aubrey changed that.  Starting yesterday afternoon and then through the night, she has had pink or red spots in her diaper just about every time we've changed it.  There aren't any spots on her bottom that have blood coming from them, so it has to be from her urine.  So off to the pediatrician we go.  She seems fine otherwise--no fever, still eating, etc.  *sigh*

-Keli

rocking in her chair, getting ready for bed
1420 hours. 2:20 pm

Pediatrician stated that the spots in the diaper was called urate crystals. They are essentially a chemical reaction between the diaper and the urine that happens sometimes even in healthy babies. Everything is ok in that area. Her weight did to down to 9 lbs 15 ounces. Argh that's discouraging. Need to ramp up her feedings a little. But she still is weeks ahead on her weight according to an early NICU doctor so it's ok I think.

Adam


the whole "changing her diaper will wake her up" thing did not go as planned.


5p.m.

The speech therapist helped a lot today.  When Aubrey finally woke up and we tried to feed her at about 3:40 (she ate at 12:30 before that), she got upset and then went right to sleep without taking anything.  The therapist said that's probably her defense mechanism--she's not ready to eat, so the best way she knows to get out of it is to go to sleep.  Fifteen minutes later she woke up and started to cry, so I popped the bottle in her mouth and she went to town on it.  We figured that she still just wants to do things her way; she knows when she's good and ready, and if we try to feed her even 15 minutes before that appointed time, well, she'll have none of it.  The therapist also said that we might need to space her feedings out a little more--if she's not ready at 3 hours, give her 3.5 or 4 and she should be ready.  It's better for her to take an entire feeding without getting mad than to only take part of one and get ticked off about it. If she gets ticked off too many times she could develop an aversion to the bottle altogether.   We don't want that.  She said she's not worried about a loss of  2 ounces right now; both she and the pediatrician want to still give Aubrey some time to keep at the bottle feedings and see what her weight is at the end of the week.

-Keli

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Saturday, March 23, 2013

1p.m.

A day at home with no appointments and just the 3 of us!  :)

Well, all 3 of us slept in the same room at the same time last night.  First time Adam and I have slept in the same bed at the same time in 6 weeks.  It was nice; I'd missed that.  Aubrey did ok--went to sleep about 10:30, woke up to eat some at 1:30 and 4:45ish, then woke up again at about 8:30.  Adam did the 1:30a.m. feeding, but of course, light sleeper that I am, I was awake the whole time.  Then I fed her the next 2 times downstairs so we wouldn't wake Adam.  She hasn't been eating her normal amount since last night--it's sort of stressing me out. Now is not the time for her to not eat--we really really really don't want that feeding tube back.  Maybe she's just feeling a little blah after getting her shot at the doctor's office yesterday.

Adam has decided to go back to work on April 1.  I can't even think about it without wanting to cry.  I know it has to happen, but now that reality has set in I'm terrified.  Not really about taking care of Aubrey--I know I'll have her the majority of the time, which is fine.  I can run on less sleep than Adam; I always have.  Plus I sort of pride myself on being independent and efficient--when you're alone a lot, you have to be.  It's just that with Adam's weird schedule, we already had trouble finding time for just the two of us.  Now I'm worried that between my work, his work, doctor's appointments, and people wanting to see the baby we'll have trouble finding time for the 3 of us to have any time together, much less an hour for mama and daddy time here and there.  Since he switches from days to nights every 2 weeks, it's going to take us a while to figure out the best way to do things.

If you've ever read the stuff about the 5 love languages, you'll know what I'm talking about here--my love language is quality time.  I need time with Adam to feel loved and important.  His hours are not conducive to that (I knew that when I was dating him and I still married him--must be love!  Or either I was delusional.  Not sure.).  I'm not knocking his job--he loves it and is dang good at it and I want him to do something he loves.  The hours just suck (don't say "suck," Aubrey).  I just don't want to be the mom that has the kid all day while the dad is at work (and I'm at work too), and then foists the kid off on dad as soon as he walks in the door exhausted from working his 12 (ha! more like 16) hour shift.  We have to keep our marriage strong and in good repair in order to be good parents. *sigh*  I guess every couple with a new baby and 2 working parents goes through this to some degree.  We'll figure it out. 

-Keli

pretty smile

whatchu lookin' at, punk? :)


10p.m.

Well, she only ate one full feeding's worth today.  She ate about half at 9 then fell asleep.  I guess we're all going to sleep upstairs in our room again tonight.  Aubrey and I stayed in all day since it was cold and rainy (spring?  what?), but Adam got to go to one of his favorite places to toodle around and pick up a few things--Lowe's.  Oh how he loves Lowe's.  And I had to stay home with the baby.  Darn. ;)

-Keli

Friday, March 22, 2013

Friday, March 22, 2013

9p.m.

Busy day!  We saw the occupational therapist today--she basically wanted to see if she needed to add anything to supplement the physical therapy Aubrey is already getting.  She said they work with babies to try to bring things to midline--she needs to be able to bring her hands in to her mouth to feed herself later, hold her bottle or cup, things like that.  Coordination and such.  She said Aubrey did very well on the little tests she did today, and that when she saw that Aubrey was a 24 weeker she expected so much worse.  She said that she'll just pop in when we're at physical therapy to see how she's doing and assess if she needs anything more.  Aubrey grabbed toys and followed pictures and played patty-cake and cooed and smile and did all kinds of fun things she's supposed to be doing at "6 weeks" old.  We needed to feed her before we left for the next appointment, so the therapist sat and talked to us while Aubrey ate.  She finally looked at us and said, "well, she's just not loved at all, is she?"  Ha!  Nooooo, not at all. :)
our beautiful girl.

So next we headed to the pediatrician.  Aubrey weighed in at at hefty 10 pounds 1 ounce today!  Woohoo for the monster baby!  The doctor said that if she's eating well during the day and taking a feeding at midnight and early morning, she doesn't see any reason why she can't skip the 3a.m. feeding and leave the feeding tube out.  She's having us come back in a week to make sure Aubrey is still gaining weight without the tube feedings, so pray that she keeps doing well with the bottles!  We asked the doctor about 2,000 questions...ok, maybe only 1,000, but whatever.  She can go to work with me but needs to stay upstairs (not downstairs with the birds) for another couple of weeks.  She can go out in public (church, store, etc.) but just use common sense--don't pass her from person to person, make sure anyone that holds her is well and has washed up.  She can eat if she's hungry before it's been 3 hours since her last feeding, but don't let her go more than 5 hours without eating.  She said that we're doing really well--it's nice to hear that from a doctor considering we think we have no clue and are winging it most of the time.


striking a pose in her sleep...I think she's been photographed too much...
-Keli

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Thursday, March 21, 2013

9p.m.

No appointments today!  To make up for it, we have two tomorrow!  Yay! *sigh*  Occupational therapy for the first time and then the pediatrician.  The speech therapist called me today and said she talked to the pediatrician; she told her how well Aubrey's doing with the bottle and that she thinks the feeding tube could come out.  Good thing, seeing as we took it out last night.  It needed to be changed anyway, plus it was working its way out, so we decided to snatch it.  I think Aubrey has gagged less, but maybe it's just wishful thinking.  I'm worried that the pediatrician isn't going to think Aubrey's taking in enough food during the day to warrant no feeding during the night; she took at bottle at midnight last night, about half of one at 4a.m., and then didn't wake up until 9:15 this morning.  I hope the doctor will at least give us a week to try her without it and see if she still gains weight before making the decision whether or not to put the tube back.

no tube face!

Now for confession time: the polite, well-raised Southern girl in me feels like a heel for this, but for all the wonderful presents and gifts we've gotten for us and for Aubrey I have not written a single thank-you note.  We had our first baby shower on a Sunday, and the next Saturday Aubrey was born.  Adam and I were tossed head first into a giant pool of stress and worry, and most days felt like we were sinking to the bottom.  Thank-you notes were pretty far from the center of my thoughts.  So, to everyone who sent us a card, a gift card for food, money, a present for Aubrey--thank you.  So very much.  We appreciate each and every time someone thought of us enough to send something in the mail or by way of our parents, or, even better, drop by the hospital to give us something, even if it was just a hug.   We are blessed with having so many people that care for us.
I can only imagine the expressions of derision we're going to be on the receiving end of when she gets to be a teenager.

The company that rents the heart/apnea monitor we use for Aubrey called me today too.  They switched out our monitor yesterday and looked at all the info from it when alarms went off.  The lady said there were no true bradycardia episodes (low heart rate) and that when the alarm went off for that it was either because of electrical interference or the leads were connected well.  So yay for that!

-Keli

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

1p.m.

Maybe she's going through a growth spurt, or maybe she has her daddy's narcosleepy (he doesn't have true narcolepsy, so I call the fact that he can sleep just about anywhere at any time and sleep for 13 hours straight "narcosleepy.").  Aubrey slept from 9:30 last night until basically 9 this morning.  Adam woke her up at 1:30a.m. for a bottle.  She was sort of awake at 6a.m. and took half a bottle before falling back asleep.  She was sort of awake at 9a.m. and took a little more than half before falling back asleep; she woke up 20 minutes later and finished the bottle.  Good gravy.  I wish I could sleep half that much.

Apparently I was doing something wrong or there was some aspect of the bottle that did not meet Feisty Pants' standards because she argued with me for the first half of her noon bottle.  I mean she got royally ticked.  Then we had a come to Jesus talk and calmed down and she finished the rest like everything was peachy keen.  I can't help but wonder what her teenage years will be like.

-Keli

yay for cute leg warmers!
9p.m.

Physical therapy went well today.  They were proud of how well she's turning her head to the left now, and she's much less resistant to having it turned.  The rest of her muscles are more flexible too, but we have to keep doing her exercises and keep turning that toaster head to the left or the middle so it will even out.  Aubrey's nose had been rattling all day--I'd tried twice to suck the snot out but the snot sucker wouldn't reach it.  Well, when the therapist and her intern were sitting beside Aubrey, she sneezed.  A huge, mammoth sized baby booger, one you would never imagine coming out of such a small nose, flew through the air for about two feet...and landed on the intern's shoe.  Her nose didn't rattle after that. :)

My car's been making a weird noise, so we left the hospital and went to get it looked at.  It needed a new tire, so we had to wait.  I took a bottle with us, so while Aubrey ate we had to explain to two different people how old she is.  That takes a minute.  Then it's another few minutes while the person asks 10 or 15 questions about how big she was at birth, how long we were in the hospital, etc. etc.  That's ok.  That just means we get to show her off. :)

-Keli


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

9a.m.

Lord have mercy at the spit-up that's been going on in this house.  Since yesterday afternoon, Aubrey has spit a major amount of every feeding.  Nothing else is wrong--no fever, no diarrhea, nothing else (that we can see).  About and hour, hour and 15 minutes after getting a bottle she will gag; she'll keep that first one down, but then a minute later she gags again and then out pours a river of frothy whiteness.  We've had to change her clothes 4 times since yesterday afternoon.  I'm about to check her temp again and call the pediatrician.  We're wondering if she's outgrowing her Prevacid dose and it's not working on her reflux like it should.  Poor baby.

-Keli

8:30p.m.

Of course our pediatrician wasn't at the office today, and no one ever called me back.  We're already going there on Friday, so I guess we'll save our questions until then.  The speech therapist told us what she thought was going on with the amount of spittage--she thinks Aubrey's getting too much volume at a time of that thick formula and it's building up in her stomach.  She doesn't spit like that early in the morning because the tube feeding isn't as thick and she can process it easier.  She doesn't do it at 9a.m. or noon because it hasn't built up yet.  She starts it in the afternoon because by then her stomach hasn't processed all of what was there from an earlier feeding and she's piling new stuff on top of it and it has to go somewhere.  That somewhere is all over the front of her and whatever is around her.  She suggested backing down to the amount we were feeding last week and see if that helps since she didn't really start this badly until yesterday (we're supposed to go up on feedings on Mondays).

 The speech therapist watched Aubrey take her bottle this afternoon and was a little shocked by how fast she goes.  We stop her every few swallows and make her take a break, but she still moves that paste through at super speed.  She said to keep stopping her every 5 sucks, not long enough to make her mad, just long enough for her to catch her breath and pace herself.  She said it was good that Aubrey lets us know when the formula isn't to her liking--she can discern what's best for herself in that situation.

We still have to ask the pediatrician about the Prevacid (just curious now--the therapist said she might not have gained enough yet to cause a need for a dosage increase) and about the feeding schedule and getting the tube out.  I don't know if y'all have noticed, but I'm ready to get rid of that dang tube.  I know Aubrey's tired of us having to check it and retape it all the time.  She starts to fuss the second you touch it, even if you're not near her nose where it goes in.  Poor baby.  We're all pretty done with the tube, so hopefully it'll hit the road soon.  Say a prayer for that, if you don't mind.
she fell asleep in the carseat holding my finger

We made Aubrey's first major outing today other than a doctor/therapy appointment and my parents' house--we took her to roll call at Adam's work to meet his shift.  We first made sure that no one was coming in sick or with a cold (they weren't), and everyone was good about just saying hi and not touching her.  We got to sit up front with the sergeant and Aubrey growled at everyone.  Plus I took them chocolate chip cookies.  They love my cookies. They're spoiled. :)

-Keli


Monday, March 18, 2013

Monday, March 18, 2013

0430 hours   4:30 am

For those of you that have children, you will laugh and smile at my story.

Aubrey slept all day yesterday very hard. She slept through a diaper change when I was trying to wake her up for a bottle. So I figured she would stay up with me late since she had slept all day.

So about 11:30pm, 30 minutes before she is supposed to eat, I started the feeding process. You know, change the diaper before she has a full belly, make the bottle, add enough rice cereal to feed an army, and then give it to her after getting lots of towels and tarps ready. The first diaper was wet, and by the time I had it completely changed, I changed it again because it was messy. Two diapers and 14 wipes later she is ready. Go to the bottle mixing station and mix the powder, stir, mix some rice, stir, more rice, stir, more rice, stir, check consistency, add more rice, stir, check again, hope its right, clean up the counter and lets see if its thick enough for picky eater pants. Grab the towels and tarps and sit her in my lap, do the bottle dance (a song and dance we sing to get excited about taking the whole bottle - she usually stares at me like "what are you doing dad?") and begin the feeding process. She does her gag, then takes the bottle like its a race. Few minutes later, she is done. Ok, gently place her back in the crib, and clean up the bottle. Few minutes later, she makes the sound that means she has to burp, and I sit her up to burp her by patting her back. She spits up a little and I reach for a wash cloth to wipe the formula off her face. Then I hear it. Its that deep burp that has has some power behind it. You parents know that sound. That moment in time that stops as you try to turn her mouth away but can't move quick enough moment of oh here it comes. And it did. She splurted all her bottle up onto her clothes, bedding, head block, my shirt, the couch and all the way across the crib. So I strip her down and start carrying the laundry to the machine and clean up a bit. I lift the now naked baby out and place her in the round thing on the couch, and oh, yeah, I need to change the diaper again.

Keli is upstairs sleeping. She needs to sleep. I don't want to disturb her. Besides, I can handle this. No big deal. So I clean the crib, take everything to the washer, clean up, diaper change and clean myself. I locate some clothes, then dress her, and try to give her another bottle. She refuses it, refuses to go to sleep, and thus the fun begins. She fusses as she is placed in the crib, then calms down in my arms, fusses when she is laid down, and calms down in my arms. So I laid her down and she threw her arms up and down in a temper tantrum like "I'm not kidding daddy" flailing her arms and trying to roll over. There was no consoling her unless I was holding her, and eventually she goes to sleep around 4:30 am. She refused her 3 am bottle so I had to put that in the tube, even though she was wide awake.

I was kinda frustrated with her until I woke up this morning and saw her. After looking at her, all was forgiven. I love my little girl.

Adam
little penguin trying to fly

8:30p.m.

So I made it for about 3.5 hours at work this afternoon...and I didn't call home once to check on Adam and Aubrey.  Ok, so I did text once, but that's it.  They were fine, of course.  It was good to see my boss and the birds and the cats and dogs, and everyone was happy to see me which was nice.  One of the puppies peed on the floor she was so excited to see me.  Now that's love. ;)  I kind of felt bad that it wasn't harder for me to leave the baby--I guess all that leaving her at the hospital every day for 4 months made it easier.  Plus I knew she was at home with Adam and I would be back with her in just a little while.   I was really glad to see her when I got back though and had to snuggle her up pretty fast. :)

More appointments this week--speech tomorrow, physical therapy Wednesday, pediatrician on Friday.

-Keli

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sunday, March 17, 2013

10a.m.

I'm still not sleeping so great.  I get the luxury of going upstairs, putting on some white noise so I can't hear what's going on downstairs, and having 6.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Do I actually sleep?  Some.  Definitely not 6.5 hours worth.  And it's not peaceful either.  What the heck?  I feel like I'm treating my brain pretty well these days, so it needs to calm down and chill so it's owner can snooze. 

When I picked Aubrey up at 9a.m. to feed her, her diaper had leaked on her pajamas so I got to feed a nekkid baby this morning. ;)  I just marvel at the little chub rolls on her legs, her plump belly, her strong arms.  When I think back to the day she was born it just about gives me a panic attack: all bones and no meat, her skin a fiery red color because it was so thin you could trace the path of each capillary through it like a messy road map.  People tell me to just not think about those days, that it was scary and hard and that time is behind us now.  Look at how wonderful she looks now!  Don't dwell on the past!  When I look at her now-smooth pink skin and that little bit of normal baby fat, I can't help but think about how far she's come.  I gaze down at the diapered miracle I'm holding and am in awe of what our God can do.  He knew, even we she was a perfect little nothing at 1 pound 9 ounces, struggling to breathe, that she would grow to be a 9 pound monster baby and be breathing easily on her own and downing bottles at lightening speed.  He knew that her mama and daddy would survive 4 months in the hospital and still need each other like oxygen and still have their sanity intact (for the most part).  I do wish, however, on about October 21, 2012, that He would have clued me in to all this.  I guess that's why He's all-knowing and we aren't. That whole omniscience thing would prove to be a help sometimes, wouldn't it?
Gosh she's cute.  And she does good stink-eye too. :)

In honor of it being St. Patrick's day and the fact that I would love to go back to Ireland and take my little redheaded baby one day, here's your Irish word of the day: míorúilt.  English translation: miracle.

-Keli

10p.m.

We spent the afternoon at my parents' house, and my mom's parents got to come see Aubrey and hold her and spoil her.  They're so special.  They have to live to be 150 so that Aubrey gets to have them as long as I have.  My nephews got to see her too, and Ephraim had to sit on the floor to eat his lunch so that he could talk to Aubrey as she sat in her little swing seat.

Ephraim and Aubrey watching each other


We still aren't in the clear to take her out around big groups of people, so we didn't go to church this morning.  There was a wedding shower at the church this afternoon though, so I went with my mom to that for a little while so I could see everyone.  They all asked about Aubrey and said they can't wait to meet her.  We'll ask the pediatrician on Friday when we might be able to go to church; hopefully in a week or two we will have waited out cold and flu season.
With my Nana and Papa

-Keli

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Saturday, March 16, 2013

9:30p.m.

I after talking to 4 people at the pharmacy when I got there this afternoon, I picked up Aubrey's prevacid.  The first person didn't think it had been made.  The second person swore she made it.  The third person rang me up.  The fourth person asked if I had been helped, and what did I need again?  Oh wait--there were five!  The fifth person actually brought me the medicine.  Whew.  They were very nice though.  The kid that rang me up (seriously, he was probably 17) asked me to verify Aubrey's birthday.  When I told him, he said, "Aw, just a little thing, huh?"  I replied with, "actually, she's huge.  You should have seen her when she was born."  Then I just smiled.

A friend of mine that lives a couple of hours away had to bring her daughter into town today for a cheerleading competition, so thankfully they got to stop by to see Aubrey (I'm under no illusions--she wanted to see the baby.  I just happened to be the one there holding the baby.).  Anyway, it was good to see them, and I think they enjoyed seeing the kid they've been praying for in person.  If Aubrey grows up to be as sweet as Cami, my friend's daughter, she'll be doing pretty well.

Cami and Nicole visiting us

Aubrey and I matched today, and I didn't even do it on purpose.  Thus begins us walking out of our respective rooms dressed in the same colors and one of us having to go back and change (my mom and I still do this from different states).
-Keli

Friday, March 15, 2013

Friday, March 15, 2013

8p.m.

Another fairly uneventful day.  Frankly, I could get used to these.  Aubrey argued with me about taking her bottle at noon and 6, but I figured it out (finally--I'm a little dense sometimes).  Just when I think the formula is thick enough, I need to put another scoop of rice cereal in and then it will be just right for my little glue-eater. 

One of Aubrey's prescriptions ran out today, so I called this morning to get it filled so I could pick it up this afternoon.  Well, insurance would not pay for it to be filled today--it's one day too soon.  They'll pay for it to be filled tomorrow though.  How nice of them. 

Staring adoringly up a Daddy
-Keli

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Thursday, March 14, 2013

7p.m.

A relatively quiet day compared to all the appointments of the last two days.  Aubrey was held and spoiled by both grandmothers today.  Adam had to go do work stuff for a while this afternoon, so Aubrey and I have been chillin' and just hanging out together.

I think Aubrey, being as advanced and as wise-beyond her years as she is, has figured out the whole "if I cry they pick me up and if I stop they put me down, and I don't want that so I'll cry until they pick me up again" thing.  Yeah, she has us trained.  It's really tough to leave her lying there when she's fussy or crying--we missed so much time holding her when she was in the NICU.  I'm thinking we'll eventually have to go through the whole "cry it out" thing one day when she's a little bigger, but for now we'll try to calm her down where she is; if that doesn't work, we'll just have to snuggle her.

ninja chop!

-Keli

10p.m.

In other news, this baby has a temper!  She shows it a little sometimes, but she let me have it tonight.  I decide to give her a bath right before 9 so she'd be nice and awake for her bottle.  Well, that ticked her off.  Next she had major gas and that really upset her.  Then I made her formula not quite as thick as road tar and that was the final straw.  Holy moley, she cried.  And hollered.  And would not be placated.  All the shaking and shushing and bouncing and singing in the world didn't help.  So first we took care of the gas situation by getting her to poop (she hadn't done that in a while and it showed).  Then I thickened her formula to approximate consistency of wood glue and she sucked it down happily.  Wow. I'm pooped myself.  And Adam still isn't home.  Oy. 

-Keli

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

8p.m.

Busy day.  We had to be at physical therapy at 11:15.  The therapist was impressed that her muscles and joints seemed much less resistant when she moved them around.  It seems that the things we've been doing to keep her head turned to her left side (or in the middle) have been helping as well; she turns to that side more easily now and will sometimes sleep that way on her own.  The therapist said to keep doing her exercises and gave us a new one to do and to not give up; it could take a month or two for her head to even out.
Adam's great aunt Ruth got to cuddle Aubrey yesterday.  They were both happy.

We took a bottle with us in hopes that she'd eat between appointments, and she didn't disappoint.  She took the whole bottle and then took a nap.

Working on the bottle in between appointments


Next we went to see the neonatologist who was also impressed with Aubrey; she said she was growing well and looked good.  She said that once she got up to about 80 or 85ml of volume with every feeding that we could bottle feed her around midnight then wait until 5:30 or 6a.m. to feed her again.  If she's awake we could give the bottle and if she's asleep we can use the tube. We're thinking she will do that within a week and hopefully after that she'll take the bottle in the morning and we can get the tube out soon.  We don't want to get ahead of ourselves, but even the doctor agreed with me today saying that getting the tube out will help make her gag reflex less sensitive.

Her head is supposed to be in between the wedges to help correct her flat spot.  After about an hour she freed herself.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love having our baby at home and not being limited to seeing her for a couple of hours with a bunch of nurses around?  It is SO nice.  I can hold her anytime (which she loves), I'm learning her expressions and body language, and I get to watch Adam with her (which is hilarious and makes me melt at the same time).  I LOVE THIS BABY.  Oh yeah.  She's awesome.

-Keli


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

1p.m.

How is it that so much formula can travel so far after being upchucked by such a small baby?  Good grief.  Aubrey is still taking her bottles pretty well, but that gag reflex of hers...Lord have mercy.  She sucks the bottle too hard and *blurp*!  Sometimes she holds it together and nothing or only a little comes out, but occasionally half the bottle's contents comes shooting out of her tiny lips at warp speed and lands, inevitably, on her mama's shirt.  That's ok.  I usually have on an old t-shirt just in case.  Maybe I need to pack an extra shirt for me to take to speech therapy today when she has her bottle there...

I wonder what the speech therapist will have to say today after finding out that Aubrey has taken all of every bottle we've offered since Friday evening...

-Keli

cute little tush.

my favorite little face.

sleeping so good.


4:30p.m.

The speech therapist was really happy to know that Aubrey was doing so well with her bottles.  She gave us some more mouth exercises to do with her and some explanations as to what certain things that she does during feedings mean.  I guess we'll find out from the neonatologist tomorrow if we have to stay on this feeding schedule or if we can skip the 3a.m. feeding.  We're hoping to lose this feeding tube soon, but we don't want to do it before she's ready since putting it back in sucks so badly (don't say "sucks," Aubrey).

-Keli

Monday, March 11, 2013

Monday, March 11, 2013

8p.m.

Wow.  The day got away from me.  I was so tired this morning...I went to bed at 10 last night, but Adam came and woke me up to feed Aubrey her bottle at midnight since she was awake.  Then it was like I'd had a nice nap and it took me a while to get back to sleep...and then I had nightmares and didn't sleep worth a crap (don't say "crap," Aubrey) and then I had to get back up at 5:30.  So when Aubrey went back to sleep after her 9a.m. bottle, so did I for about an hour. 

She has taken her bottles pretty well all day.  She finishes them, but sometimes she pitches a mini-fit in the middle.  She gets mad and waves her little arms and hollers--sometimes it means she has a burp percolating up, so we take care of that.  But sometimes I can't figure out what it means and she just has to get over it and calm down before she takes the bottle again.  Maybe she'll do that for the speech therapist at our appointment tomorrow so we can see what she has to say about it.

Adam figured up that in the 20 days she's been home, we've had 12 doctor's appointments.  Sheesh. We have 3 this week.  She's so popular. 

-Keli

chillin in the swing

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sunday, March 10, 2013

10:30a.m.

We are about to get ready to head to my parents' house for the afternoon.  Aubrey took her entire bottle again at midnight last night and 9 this morning (she got tube feedings at 3a.m. and 6a.m. since she was asleep).  You go girl. :)  So far the consensus from the nurses is that if she's handling the bottle feeds well (not aspirating, choking, etc) let her go with it. 

We'll be going to the funeral home tonight for baby Emma.  Please keep her parents, Ben and Melissa, and the rest of the family in your prayers.  I can't imagine their states of mind right now.  Also pray that Emma's twin, Jack, continues to do well at home.  I wish I could do something for them besides pray.

Today is Parents of Preemies Day--who knew we had a day all to ourselves? :) 
http://www.parentsofpreemiesday.org/main.html

-Keli

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Saturday, March 9, 2013

5p.m.

Oh dear.  Forgot all about the blog until now!  Let's see...Aubrey took her entire bottle at 9 last night, then again today at 12 and 3!  Woohoo!  Maybe she's finally getting the hang of it.  I've found that the formula needs to be just about as thick as wallpaper paste for her to like it...thank goodness rice cereal is cheap.

Adam's outside working in the yard, so Aubrey and I walked around with him for a while and then sat in the sun (well, I sat in the sun and she was covered up).  Murphy barked at us the entire time because he wanted to sit with us, but I don't think Aubrey's quite ready to play with him yet. 

-Keli
To have a mom who's never been fond of pink, Aubrey sure makes it look cute.
9:30p.m.

So...Aubrey has taken her last 2 feedings from the bottle as well, and both in about 6 or 7 minutes.  Holy cow!  She went from taking only about half to taking the whole thing at a record setting pace.  That seems really fast to me, but what do I know?  I've asked around to my NICU nurse friends and am waiting on their responses. 

-Keli

Following Adam around the yard while he worked

Friday, March 8, 2013

Friday, March 8, 2013

12:30 p.m.

Nothing terribly exciting to report today so far.  Our house has had a revolving door the last couple of days with visitors (all expected to be well and washed, of course).  We have another doctor's appointment this afternoon (surprising, huh?)--a weigh-in at the pediatrician's office.  I need to go to the baby store and take a bunch of stuff back and get some more stuff.  When on earth am I going to do that?  My mom offered to do it for me, but I'd really like to do it just to be able to GO somewhere (other than a doctor's appointment).  Aubrey and I were home by ourselves all day yesterday and I didn't even set foot outside until 4 in the afternoon.  At least I'm still getting the chance to exercise in the evenings when Adam can stay with Aubrey--I think I might just go a teeny bit crazy if I didn't get to do that.  Anyhoo, hopefully we hear only good things from the doctor in a little while.  Over and out.

-Keli
just chillin' on the exam table at the doctor's office

"no, daddy, I'm not sleepy at all!"

9p.m.

We had to wait forever at the doctor's office--there was a sort of emergency I guess.  For some dumb reason we made the appointment for 3:00--right when Aubrey is supposed to eat.  We got there a little early hoping they'd take us early, but that didn't work out.  So, she got hungry.  I took a bottle but I didn't want to be in the middle of feeding her when the dr came in and needed to wiggle her all around and shake the food up, so I waited.  Forty five minutes later Aubrey was chewing on her hands, my shirt, my skin, whatever.  We started on the bottle and of course the doctor came in about 3 minutes later.  That's ok.  We got a good report.  She weighs 8lb 12.5oz and the doctor is happy with how she's doing.  We don't have to go back for 2 weeks instead of 1.

I got out of the house for a couple of hours this evening, and what did I do?  Went baby shopping.  We had some stuff we to return and some stuff we needed, so I got that done.  I'm sure I'll be back at the baby store soon.

-Keli

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Thursday, March 7, 2013

10a.m.

Hug your babies.  Whatever you are doing, stop and hug your babies.

Remember me talking about the couple Melissa and Ben and their twins Jack and Emma?  They're Aubrey's age and we were in both NICUs together. Jack went home the week after Aubrey, but we got news that Emma passed away early this morning.  They were waiting to hear from St. Louis about a lung transplant for her, but it seems that it wasn't quick enough.  My heart is absolutely breaking for that entire family.  I just held Aubrey and cried when I found out earlier.  I know there's nothing I can do or say that will make things better for them right now, but please keep them in your prayers.

Today is the only day this week Aubrey doesn't have an appointment, so I think I'm just going to snuggle her all day.

-Keli

my dad holding her for the first time in a while



6:30p.m.

This whole getting-Aubrey-to-lie-on-the-other-side-of-her-head thing is really tough.  She's such a wiggle worm that she gets her head turned back the way she wants it in no time.  I've tried propping a little bean bag thingy behind her so she has trouble turning it back around, but that only works for so long.  I'm scared to put anything around her because everyone says it's a no-no to put any kind of pillows or extra blankets in the bed with them.  I just keep turning her whenever I can and hope that helps.

"Is this enough stink eye to let you know that I don't like lying on this side, mom?"
-Keli

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

11a.m.

Our little feisty pants likes to stay up late.  Like, til 1 or 2a.m. late.  Oh, she naps during the day, but she will stay awake, WIDE awake with no naps, from around 7p.m. until early morning.  Her slow, sleep deprived parents might have finally figured out why: she gets caffeine.  We've always joked and called it her "Starbucks fix," but she got it from birth in the hospital to help with her lungs and breathing.  She is still on caffeine, and we give it to her with her prevacid and vitamins at the 6p.m. feeding.  Could that be why she's buzzing until the wee hours?  We think so.  So, yesterday I gave it to her at 3p.m.  She was wide awake (not a nap in sight) from then until 11:30p.m.  Hmm.  I don't think it's normal for a 4 week old (that's basically what she is) to go without at least a short nap for 8 hours. So, today I might give it at the noon feeding and see what happens.  Maybe she'll actually stay awake for her physical therapy appointment today.  The pediatrician is going to just let her outgrow the dose we're giving her to wean her off of it, but we still have about 20 doses to go.  We asked the nurses when she was in the NICU if it would keep her awake and they said probably not...however, our little experiment seems to be proving otherwise.  We'll see!

-Keli


sweet face

what a bad bout of gas does to that sweet face. :(


9p.m.

The physical therapist did an assessment of Aubrey this afternoon and said her muscles were tight all over her body.  She gave us some range of motion exercises to do with her arms and legs; she also gave us some stretches for her neck because her muscles are so tight on that right side since she always turns her head that way.  She has a toaster head--that's what we call it because it's flattened on that side.  The physical therapist got a chuckle out of that. Apparently that's not what they call a "medical term."  Who knew.  Anyway, we have to try to keep her turned on the side that she doesn't like as much as possible to help even things out.  That should be fun.

-Keli

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

10a.m.

I think we still live at the hospital, and Aubrey can't seem to get rid of doctors poking at her.  We went to speech therapy yesterday, we go to the eye doctor today, physical therapy tomorrow, back to the pediatrician on Friday, then we go to the neonatologist and speech therapy next Tuesday.  Whew. 

-Keli

2p.m.

After waiting an hour and a half at the eye clinic and Aubrey getting dilating drops (she just loooves those) and being swaddled and held down by 3 people and having her eyes pried open with metal pinchers (she cried, and mama almost did), the doctor said her eyes look good.  She said the right eye has responded to the surgery perfectly and looks great.  She wants to take another look at the left eye in three weeks; she said it has improved but not as well as the right eye.  She thinks given a little more time that it will keep improving.  We finally got home and all got something to eat--Aubrey was hungry and cranky and we were we.

It took the doctor's assistant and dad to hold Aubrey down so the doctor could check her eyes


-Keli

Monday, March 4, 2013

Monday, March 4, 2013

6p.m.

The speech therapy appointment was at 3:15p.m...made for that time specifically so Aubrey would be hungry (she's supposed to eat at 3) and the therapist could see how she takes (or doesn't take) her bottle.  Well, the car seat worked its magic and Aubrey was so sleepy that she didn't do much with the bottle at all.  She tried after a while, but only really "sissy sucked," as I call it--not real working sucks, just pacifying.  The therapist said she'd like to see her once a week for a while.  She says she just doesn't have the suck/swallow/breathe pattern quite down yet, nor does she have the muscle endurance she needs to finish the entire bottle.  On the rare occasion she does, all the things just happen to come together correctly and she's really hungry and takes care of the bottle.  She also said her gag reflex is so bad that we need to work on overcoming that for her to be able to take the bottle easier.  She gave us some exercises to do with Aubrey to help her gag reflex to become less sensitive.  The formula we're mixing at home isn't as thick as it was in the hospital (even though we're doing it the same way--go figure), so we have to try making it thicker and see if that helps.  It could take weeks or months for her to get where she'll take the entire bottle every time.  There's even a chance that she might never take the bottle very well and just move on to spoon feeding after a certain amount of time.
so comfy on dad's lap



The thought of being on the feeding tube for 6 months absolutely overwhelms me.  It's extremely difficult to go anywhere when her feedings take so long and have to be done every three hours.  I feel like I need to go back to work soon because I don't have paid maternity leave, and that equals no paycheck (plus I hate leaving my boss without help for too long).  When Adam goes back to work, I have no idea how I'll be able to do everything myself.  I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
those eyelashes!

The speech therapist kept telling me that it was nothing I was doing wrong that was causing Aubrey to not get the hang of the bottle.  It may not be something I'm doing specifically with bottle feeding, but I feel like I'll always be responsible for any developmental difficulties that Aubrey has or will have because it all goes back to her being born way too early.  Full-term babies usually get the hang of bottle or breast feeding within hours of birth.  Aubrey is a month past her due date and isn't quite there.  It's not her fault.  Just another thing she has to overcome, another hurtle she has to jump, another thing that's a lot harder than it's supposed to be because I wasn't able to carry her any longer than 24 weeks.  It breaks my heart all over again when she has to struggle with something.
boo-boo lip

-Keli