Owen was totally different as soon as we walked in the door. He was more alert and interested. He cried and fussed less, ate better, and seemed happier. It's been amazing.
What has been less than amazing is carting his big diaper butt back and forth to the hospital to see his sister every day. :) But, I can't miss out on my Elie time, so we travel without complaint.
Eliot got moved up from the 2nd floor on Wednesday night. When we went to visit her new room on the 7th floor, I saw a different baby. I even checked her monitor to see if it was plugged in; she seemed too stable to be mine. She is still off of oxygen, and handling it beautifully.
Her inability to take bottles is the reason she's still in the hospital, as she is still on continuous tube feedings. We are unsure if this is because of her paralyzed vocal chord, acid reflux, or oral aversion. A swallow study, scheduled for Monday, should provide a lot of answers (give her a bottle, and x-ray as she swallows). I pray this test goes well, and she can start feeding again next week. We need to get her on the road toward home.
Until then, we will continue to enjoy the little one that we have here. This is a picture of my blogging these days . . .
This was right before he spit up on my computer.
1 comment:
Hey, mama!
I thought you'd gotten too good for us, what with your baby at the house and your traveling to see baby #2 at her vacation home. ;-)
Glad things are going well. And I PROMISE you - Elie is coming home soon. She's too bored without Owen's head to gnaw on.
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