According to a helpful commenter, I'm not supposed to encourage the.. uh.. attention to..the.. err.. thingamajiggy that might or might not be now located on the right top side of a certain someone's umm... journal.
So.... please pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
Have I mentioned that Robbie needs diapers? *cough*thanksforcli.cking*cough*
In other news:
It's mostly okay though. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't catch my breath when I saw the weight come up on the scale tonight, but I also know that he peed a TON and looks way less puffy. The nurse said we should call this a "dry weight." Okay fine. But the moose better be nervous.
Also- today they wanted me to sign my permission to give vaccines.
Now, I'm totally pro-vaccine. I made endless snide comments about friends of ours who refused to vaccinate their kid. But now that it's MY kid - my 3 lb 6 oz, fragile, tiny, perfect kid- I find myself swallowing hard. Yes, I want him vaccinated. But do we have to do it noooooooooww?
The day nurse acted very matter of factly about it. She was willing to answer any questions, but you could tell she just assumed I was going to sign right then and there.
The night nurse was pretty much the opposite. She wasn't encouraging me NOT to sign, but pretty much insinuated that I could make a fancy tin foil hat for her as well.
I asked to speak to the doctor. It was the doctor who delivered Robbie- the director of the entire NICU. He fell closer to the day nurse. He needs it, let's do it, what's the problem?
I asked if maybe we shouldn't wait until he was a little bigger. He admitted that he wouldn't mind if Robbie were a bit bigger. Perhaps we could wait another week or two. Maybe he could gain another half a pound, maybe a whole.
I think what I want to do is wait that time, then space them out. They give them over 2 days now. Maybe we could make it a couple of more. I don't know. I know they took the mercury out of the stuff these days. But I have a couple of friends with children on the autism spectrum and I think they'd encourage me to be cautious. And I think that's wise.
So that's what I'm mulling tonight.
I'm off to find some tin foil. And feed the moose.