Work continues to go inexplicably well, even if sleep does not. I'm committed to night shift for at least a year and a half, so at this point I've got to just make it work. But at least I am getting a bunch of training to be charge/resource nurse. Better late than never.
It appears also that we have two, count them, TWO toothlings, coming in on the lower front. The chilled ring protocol has been a big hit.
On Tuesday afternoon our Official Development Woman comes to visit to see how Kurt is officially developing. Santa Barbara County has a free program called Welcome Every Baby, which sponsors home visits from various baby oriented professionals. A nurse/lactation consultant came to visit us a couple of days after we got out of the hospital as a part of this program, for instance. (I'm assuming this is the kind of program that could only work in a county that is rich and rural, and how many counties can claim that?) Anyway, I'm convinced we're going to get an F+ from this chick because Kurt shows no interest whatsoever in rolling over, in spite of my promises to buy him a real giraffe if he does.