Today started inauspiciously with Dave getting a speeding ticket from a very nice but no-nonsense cop. Sigh. We’re normally fairly chipper in the mornings, but the sour taste of dread has infiltrated. Yes, this sounds melodramatic. Still, the NICU staff say we’re holding up surprisingly well. This is apparently the hardest part of the NICU voyage – waiting: extreme version! We wait with bated breath for regular bowel movements so we can GO HOME!
Prune juice win! Tess pooped and took her whole bottle this morning, then took another at noon. We may be back on track. I hesitate to take a breath of relief, but she’s actually finally sleeping as well! I feel so much calmer as a parent knowing she’s not in constant discomfort. is there anything more beautiful than a sleeping, smiling baby?
Fortunately, no. When I went to feed her at 3, she curled up in a ball on my lap and totally passed out. Cutest little bug in the world. When she finally woke up, our quiet, observant girl was back – leaving the squirmy, miserable one behind her. Yay! The psychedelic hippies ran out of juice, so Dave moved her crib mirror over so she could see it more easily. She seems intrigued by her reflection, so that’s another good purchase. This is me, trying to be positive. How am I doing?