Maria's been trying to drink from a bottle twice a day. It's tough work. She manages about half a teaspoon full before conking out. It's a start. Here's Jeff on bottle/burping duty yesterday.
So the bun continues to do well! She lost a little weight-they had told us she would-but tonight her weight was actually up. It's freaky because they measure it in grams. I try to nod intelligently when they they say she lost "thirty grams," even though I have no clue what that means. Thirty of anything seems like a lot! But when I looked it up, turns out 1 gram=.04 ounces. They left out her IV, so indeed her only tube really is her feeding tube right now. AND they turned off the ultra-violet lights, which is good, because I think they were really pissing her off.
Don't you have another child? you may be asking yourself. Oh, indeed I do. He's been a teensy bit fragile, which has manifested itself by horrible weeping any time Jeff or I leave (but mostly me). I'm flattered he noticed I was gone for that week, of course. He also has decided he never needs to sleep ever again. We've discussed it; his decision on this is firm. Peace negotiations are breaking down. We may need a mediator.
Here he is frolicking in a field of spring time happiness yesterday, no doubt centering himself for another night of resistance against sleep….