Daily, weekly... whatever

So, when Greydon was in the NICU I'd get home late at night, sit and pine and wish I was with him... and blog. Now, I have him in my lucky arms at least every two hours or so... loving every minute of it... but not finding a lot of blogging time. I need to work on getting in a new routine... well I'm not the only one.

It is much better having him at home and not having to drive back and forth I can pick him up when ever I want and hold him for as long as I want.

I can complain about all of the cords, but that would be ungrateful. (Though I am thinking about getting those things you can put in your yard to guide the water hose around corners so it doesn't get caught)

I could put a funny little blurb about lack of sleep. How he is capable of sleeping around 4 hours at a time, assuming it is light outside. If it is dark out then we might get 2 hours between feedings, which take an hour all said and done, so we try to catch 45 minutes at a time. We try to hand on and off so one person gets an hour and a half sometimes. I think Kristen has slept less and in shorter increments, but I can't say I'm feeling bright-eyed or bushy tailed.... BUT there isn't any reason to talk about that because I would willingly sleep less for him... I'm bringing back bags under the eyes as a fashion statement.

I don't know which way is left and if I am swimming to the surface or sinking to the right... but s'all good.

We went to two doctors on Thursday. Bot visits went well

Here he is geting ready to get his eyes checked.



He HATED it as always. His eyes aren't still as developed as they are supposed to be, lots of areas without vessels and capillaries. The eye dude doesn't think surgery will be needed, and that Mother Nature won't let those areas stay undeveloped. We just need to keep going back and getting them checked.

Here is so dang cute at the pediatrician.



The doc was pleased with all of his progress and we got his hernia appointment set and cleared up some confusion.

His hernia still retracts. We think Greydon has been acting more fussy. The doctor said that preemies are traditionally more fussy than full term babies, not having learned some coping skills. Greydon's hernia and reflux are known and being treated the best they can.

But lately something is getting worse. He acts like he is in pain. He just isn't fussing he will wake up from a sound sleep with a sudden scream. Something doesn't seem right. We're going to talk to the doc again tomorrow. I want something to be tested or x-rayed. He's never been a complaining baby. He used to barely cry, now he is frequently quite discontent. I don't think we are just being "new parents".

Tonight we took Greydon to see his Great Grampa C.

They both quite enjoyed it.



Grampa had a new bed, the old one has been dropped off in front of the yard next to the side of the road. I'm not sure the theory behind this. (We rent G's house while he is in the nursing home.)

A.) the bed may recognize it is home again and slowly try to make it's way back up to the house.

B.) Perhaps garbage men have started to clamp onto heavy metal broken furniture now with those tongs they use to grab garbage cans, just for target practice and someone wanted to give them a chance to play around with a hospital bed.

C.) Someone knows I have a hard time finding time to get to the gym, so dragging the large chunk of metal the acre and a half back to behind some outbuilding could be a great way to burn off the Little Debbie snack I'm planning on grabbing here in a sec as a late night snack.

D.) Someone thought that the nice harvest arrangement I threw together in the side yard of the antique hay rake (big ol rusty farm equipment) bushel baskets and pumpkins was missing something, the disheveled 1970's twisted hospital equipment bringing the arrangement to a level of class I missed the first time.

I'm working on other theories.