Well, today I learned how to massage Tess’ intestines. Interesting lesson. More importantly, happy baby! Gross, right? Trust me – when a 2-pound baby has gas, she’s unhappier than most – there’s nowhere for it to go, so her whole abdomen expands!
On a happier and more appetizing note, she’s hungry! She’s starting to get fussy right before care times, and when she gets a little drop (no exaggeration) of breast milk on a swab, she looks quite intrigued. She also swallows it, which is awesome. 🙂 the feeding tube will probably be in until week 33-34, but they’re trying to start giving her the idea of mouth eating.
The IVs keep going bad, as the antibiotics are so caustic, so I’m sitting here waiting to hold her head and hand again while we try to find another spot. We were forewarned that this would be miserable, and you were all right. When it was just the fluids when she was sick, the IVs weren’t so bad – but now, finding a clean spot is unbelievably difficult. I’m dreading it, but it’s day 5/7, so we’ll try to muscle through, gritting our teeth.
Love it. 3 of our favorite nurses hanged up on those veins and demanded they behave. Tracey was the big winner! Thank god for nurses with patience and a sense of humor. 🙂
Also exciting: Max is here! And he’s already introduced us to nice salt lake city residents! To be fair, I think Dave knows them, too, but Max made it happen. Thanks buddy!
It’s grey outside, but with friends at the ready, Tess finally almost back to normal and doing new tricks, and work chugging happily along, life is good.