So Tess was all smiles last night and this morning. I think she’s adorable even when crying with a poopy diaper, but the smiles just kill me. Everyone in the NICU swoons with me, and I just figured that baby smiles are heart killers. Apparently not the reason. Most NICU babies can’t smile. One of the reasons they get so excited about Tess is those eye-crinkling expressions of joy. She’s not supposed to do that! How awesome for us.
Today we switched to protocol 2 for bottle eating. She took three bottles, had a bath, AND had kangaroo today. She also dropped a huge full diaper on me after the bath – unfortunate timing. Funny move of the day? She farted so long and loudly that Karyn, who has a house full of boisterous boys, was taken aback. Does it count as potty humor if it had us howling? Needless to say, I tucked in a very happy baby before the afternoon work break (meaning break to work!) More importantly, Tess doubled her birthweight! She weighs almost 2 kilos. The formula is clearly doing its job. 🙂
Dave is still hotel bound, but is getting tons of work done – so even though I hear desperate longing in his voice, at least he’s got something to keep him busy. I doubt that’s much comfort! I was going to video chat with him last night when my phone died. Technology fail. Maybe tonight we’ll have more luck.
I still feel fine, but the ‘sick’ fear is as bad as it was when I was singing! Dave keeps telling me to relax, but I’m trying to remember all my old tricks. At least he’ll be able to trade with me if I do come down with it – my worst fear was that Tess would get it; the second worst was that we’d both be unable to visit at the same time!