I hate to say this, but when she told me 7 grams, I was disappointed for a second. Just a second, though. I caught myself. The boy has gained something like a pound in the last week or 10 days. I might just need to give him a break. Sheesh.
He went down on his air flow today. Four liters. He had a bit of trouble (just desatting into the 70s a bit) while we had him out today. He also spit up a bit. Just a teeny little bit, though. And we were in a rocking chair today instead of a recliner. She thinks we might have been shaking him up a little bit, plus just more stimulation than he's used to. So she upped him back up to 5 liters until we put him back to bed. In his defense, he was CPAP and 6 liters just 4 days ago. Those are big changes in a short amount of time. She'd also had to turn his oxygen up a little. (From room air to 25%)
Once he got back to bed, he was doing much, much better. She was able to put him back down to room air and down to 4 liters again. I hate days when us holding him isn't the best thing for him, but I can understand it.
We got to know our new neighbors a little bit today. Since we moved to the step down unit, we have some new faces. The little girl between us and Robbie's girlfriend is absolutely adorable. She's a little over 7 lbs. She has Down Syndrome and a related heart defect. They think the defect can be fixed surgically in a couple of months. Her parents are lovely.
They lost their first baby at 37 weeks to a cord defect. Their 2nd baby was full term and healthy. Their 3rd pregnancy was monitored closely only because of the loss. The triple screen had been negative along with her first 3 ultrasounds. On the 4th, they found the heart defect. They had an amnio and discovered the trisomy. She was 7 months pregnant.
We talked about nervousness a bit. Another nurse in the room is significantly pregnant and our nurse has 3 kids. So we all chatted about how neurotic we are. The two nurses just because they've seen so much and of course, the two of us mothers because of our history.
On the way home, I asked David if he found our conversation enlightening. He was noncommittal. When I asked if perhaps he now realizes that maybe I'm a little more normal than he thinks I am, he replied "Possibly." He wasn't even being funny. Sometimes I want to smack him in the head.
All in all, it was a decent enough day. Looking at my son's face makes everything brighter.
And on that note- PICTURES!
Our new digs:
Daddy is sleepy!
Mommy and me!
My great grandma got me a new blanket: