Friday

In the car seat test, the baby is strapped into the seat and has to remain there for 1.5hrs. While he sits there all of his vitals continued to be monitored. Late last night Sam passed his seat test. He could now be discharged. We quickly assembled the plan of when he would be up for food in the morning, I would be there to transfer him back into the seat, this time for the ride home. Have we discussed the boy's grumbling? He doesn't like to be, you know, touched...talked to loudly, looked at wrong...Tara and the nurses find it very funny because he is just like his father. A room full of crazy people is what I am faced with at every visit. At home there is no space set for the boy yet. Piles of boxes and plastic storage bins are where his crib is to be. Tara called me on my way out of the door. There had been a shift change at the hospital and the new nurse had decided that since I had sent the car seat refitted with a head support that was made for small babies that don't fit properly in the standard factory head support, she had deemed it not a valid test and that it had to be redone. It meant that I had an hour and a half to sit with the boy and his mom. After another 1.5hrs of being strapped to the chair, we were finally free to head home, with Sam. Getting home was emotional for us, maybe not so much for the boy, he slept. Emma seemed happier to have the family hanging out in the kitchen again.

Wednesday - The rockstar returns

Emma cried when her mom picked her up from Rose Anne's today. My family in pieces is bringing me down. Our happy girl cries a lot these days. When I built the house, the run toward our Christmas move in date was a time that I had never wanted to repeat. Emma was 5 months old, Tara was homeless with her new daughter, and I was separated from my family, for more nights than I care to remember, as I worked toward getting it done. Its like we are doing it all over again.

I forgot how much energy a healthy daughter has. She wants to walk/dance/run and sing/talk/yell. It is wonderful. Of course, grocery shopping with Uncle Mike was priceless, as I watched him chase her around as she decided the chase game was fun through the crowds and up and down the isles, the entire time taking things off of t

he shelves and showing them to him. The guys are all back working at the house this week. That seems to get Emma's(Dad's) mind off of no Mom. Tara came home this afternoon. It actually nice to be in the office with her there. The norm would be one of us storming out on the other. Some information for you in case you find yourself rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. Breast milk is fine in a fridge 6 days. Frozen in fridge freezer is good for 3 months, double that for chest freezers. After thawing it is good for 3 days. Tuesday night, as a family, we went to the hospital. This is

Emma's first return since early last week. She ran on the "ceiling fan" on the floor before going in to "talk to the ladies". She still struts in like she owns the place, and the lady's still come out of the wood work to fuss over her and get her to do/say something inappropriate. #2250 is the extension for the desk at the NICU if you ever feel that Emma has been inappropriate in some way and ask for Sandy...

Sam in the mean time has taken to his new feeding ritual. He is again on the course of positive weight gain and now above his birth weight. We brought Sam's car seat in with us. This will be the final test for him to pass. We are closer.

Monday, Tuesday

So I woke up Monday morning with pressure in my chest and a scratchy throat. I am sick. Can this keep happening? With our houses on going sickness we continue on the routine that we have managed for the last week plus. When possible, I meet tara for lunch at the hospital cafeteria, at night, after I put Emma to bed, I bring Tara's dinner to the hospital. We meet at the entrance, update each other, and return to our places. Of course today Tara got the special gift of office work. Unfortunately, she is only on maternity leave from one of her jobs. Emma will tell you, Monday Mandy comes and puts water on the floor. At times I start to believe that the greatest person in the world for both of my girls is Mandy. Its fun to see Emma so jazzed about house cleaning. I am told that this is a "stage" and that it won't last. Of course she is still finding eggs around the house from her weekend hunt. Tuesday is Emma's first day back at Rose Annes for quite some time. I think that she had a long day. She was happy to return home. Exhausted. It stretched her past her limits to get her through a bath, only to find at bedtime that her 'dolly' had been left behind at daycare. At the hospital Sam is doing really well, the nurses have removed his feeding tube. His food intake is dependant on boob and bottle now. As a result, his weight has been neutral for a bit. His release now seems to be more hampered by my progress rather than his. Dad letting him down this early in life...pattern of things to come.

Saturday and Sunday

Time moves slowly forward here. Dad and daughter hold fast at the family compound and mom gets to spend her time at the hospital. Saturday grandma went home, the girl and I had a long afternoon walk to the local construction site to stand on the backhoes and we visited our neighbours Alex and Connie to watch some car racing. At the hospital, the lad had his first bath on Friday night. Sunday, after a long morning nap, Emma and I headed to the hospital to see baby Sam for the first time in 5 days. Emma and I still keep our distance and kept the visit short, but it was incredible to see him again. We all had lunch together. We came home for a easter egg hunt and dinner with grandma. Sunday night, Tara bathed him for the first time. Watching him then it struck me that he is very long and skinny. Man, he gets angry with the baths. As soon as mom swaddles him, he is calm. We are trying to encourage his feedings to be by bottle and boob only these days. This is a huge step, as the feeding tube is the last real tether to the hospital. As of Sunday night he was very close to his birth weight.

Thursday and Friday

Thursday morning Emma's fever continues to dog her and bring her down. It is shocking to see her with no energy and not chatting away non stop. The running nose and brutal cough have eased which is a bit of a relief. After a visit to the doctor Emma is diagnosed with a cold and her third ear infection this year and given antibiotics again. We are unable to go to the hospital, and for the balance of the day dad and daughter lay low and try to catch up on sleep. In the evening uncle Jeff comes by and for the first time in days I see a smile on Emma's face. At the hospital, Tara is recovered, but going crazy from not getting to see the rest of the family. Sam continues to explore what will likely be his life long obsession with the breast. Friday is a holiday in these parts, so that warrants a visit from Grandma. Emma and Dad have a nice, long uninterrupted sleep. Breaking the quarantine, I met Tara and the Ellison clan, with Wendy in tow for a late lunch out on the patio at the hospital. The weather this week has been amazing, I wonder if it will be the nicest week of the year. Today, Sam has finally had the IV removed and has faced his first bath. He likes boobs better. Returning to the house, I see that although Emma may not be running at full power, she still can control Grandma.

Samurai Kellie?

Welcome to the evolution of the wee lads name. Obviously a work in progress...Wednesday brings great stuff with Sam, bad stuff with the others. As the beautiful day crawls on mom is on the mend, dad is a mess with a bad stomach and severe lack of sleep and Emma returned early from daycare. The night before she had kept dad and uncle Mike up with some vomiting and caughing. She had woken up with no signs of illness and was sent off to Rose-Anns. In retrospect, if dad had not had impaired judgement he likely would have kept his girl home with him!! At this point she clearly has a bad cold and needs more attention. That leaves mom at the hospital on her own 24 hrs a day while Emma and dad are in isolation. The last visit that I had with Sam he was quietly waiting for food with his eyes open and watching everything. I am unsure when I will see him again and get more pictures. Right now I need to get Emma on her feet running again.

Sam

Tuesday was another big day around here. Of course, it was uncle Bruce's birthday, which Emma was very excited about and got to tell him so all morning. At the hospital, Tara was getting the all too familiar symptoms that indicate she will be sick for the balance of the day(a condition that she has had to cope with since I have known her). In addition to mom, Dad had managed to give himself a bit of food poisoning, which didn't help matters. Despite the obvious weakness of his parents Sam continues to march forward in his quest to leave the hospital. I came to the hospital late morning for a feeding. I held him while the increased portion of breast milk was slowly dripped into his stomach. Tara had managed to sleep in a little, so she arrived in time to choose his blanket for his move to his first real bed. This is the last progression in the NICU. At this point he is all about sleeping and weight gain. He is still on the IV. The nurses are very eager to phase this out. One reason is that he has had positive weight gain for at least 24 hrs which is a very positive step. The other reason is that he has not been bathed since birth. The nurses today, Sandy and Debra have been with us from Jack forward. Debra had been with us when Jack passed away and of course Sandi showed up shortly after both offering/looking for comfort and support. They, along with Karen, Pat, Debbie, Jennifer, Cheryl even Michelle have looked out for us from the beginning and are a comforting sign(in their own way) for us when we see their faces. We chose a blanket and an outfit, all items that had been donated to/from the hospital, and for the first time he was swaddled and happily slept in a real bed. For the next few feedings he woke and took some milk from mom, smiled and relaxed. How does it get better than that?