So we’ve decided that Tess has to learn how to hold her bottle before her brother gets here. I swear, she can read minds. We hold the bottle, try to bring her hands around it, and she throws them out to the side as far as she can like
You can’t make me!
So that battle’s been going on for months, but today Tess shocked us by calmly wrapped her hands around her bottle and chugging away. Her aim wasn’t great and she seemed nonplussed by the whole experience. Dave and I were relieved. We’d gotten to the point of saying,
Fine! Don’t hold your bottle. When your brother comes and we’re trying to feed both of you, youngest preemie gets food first. See how you like that!
I didn’t say it was our finest moment of parenting, but it made us feel better. The last month has been development central for Tess. She’s behind but she catches on fast, and I feel like every time we look at her she’s doing something new. She is doing it all out of order though. She sat up before she discovered her toes! She’s a delight, and watching her blossom quiets my fears for her brother. Tess is a miracle; who says we can’t have two?
K was checked again today, so we spent the afternoon packing despite the news that all seems well. We’re not sure whether tomorrow is the day or if he’ll hang on until February, but we’ve got a plan (loose as heck!) and we will stick to it. So kid, despite your best efforts you are not the boss of us! At least not entirely.
It’s my birthday, and I’ve spent it worried that I’d be sharing it – not that I care about sharing, I’d just rather he wait. Waiting and angst do not make for a relaxing day. Still, one…more…day. See NICU staff? I can be taught. (You are the bosses of me!)
So welcome to our confusing
Is he or isn’t he coming?
process. He’s not coming today. Tomorrow: who knows?