Tuesday

+40 grams. 3lb 1oz

It's very exciting.
My beloved Dr. C sort of dampened it a bit, though. I asked him if he was gaining too much too fast and he took me to show me Robbie's growth chart. I'd give you a dramatic reenactment but I'm not sure I can spare the space between the bottom of normal and Robbie's line. Essentially he started out really low, just below 10%. and then it got worse. Can you hear my sighing?

He was trying to show me that a big burst of weight is good, but mostly it just depressed me. I know that he's moving in the right direction, but it sure sucked to see how far behind he is right there in black & white.

His breathing is going well. I spoke to his nurse this morning and they're going to see about going to straight cannula today. He's done really well on it, so hopefully he can be done with the CPAP. He hadn't had a brady in a few days, though she said he did have one this morning. She said his mask was off his face and only required a little stimulation, so hopefully it was a fluke.

His nurse today isn't one I know. I hate that. She sounded lovely on the phone, but until you see them in action, you just never know. And of course, I won't even get to the hospital until it's almost time for her to leave. Trust is hard when it comes to strangers taking care of your helpless baby.

Off to work...

--Trish