Thursday, January 14, 2010
We're home!! We have been here since Saturday, which is also when my mom drove the boys back down from VA. We're finally back together and things are starting to feel normal. Max still has a hacking cough and his appetite is lacking but he's improving each day. He's still a little junkie, but we're weaning him and by the 20th he'll be off all medications.
Friday, January 8, 2010
STILL HERE. Max was up an ounce yesterday and all he had to do was go up one more tiny ounce in 24 hours and they would have let us go home today.....he lost two. He's just so uninterested in food and I think it's because it takes so much effort. For us, I think it's like playing soccer while drinking a milkshake. It's not worth the effort. He's still really congested and uncoordinated with his little suck. Since about 3pm today he seems to be a tiny bit more interested than the day before so maybe tomorrow will be the day. I'm not really worried about Max anymore. He's getting better everyday it's just ridiculously slow. Now that I'm not worried about Max, there's room in the worry part of my head for my other kids. I don't think I've really parented them since I went into the hospital for my c-section on Nov. 13th. I hope they don't come home with parent abandonment issues.

On a good note and a little bit of a pathetic one, Max learned how to smile while in the hospital. He started a couple nights ago and hasn't stopped smiling since. He smiles at the nurses, the doctors, the techs, the respiratory therapist but most often, he smiles at the ceiling.
I think he breaths better with his neck stretched back looking at the ceiling. So if your happy, and that's what you're looking at all day, might as well make friends with it.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The doctor will not say when we'll get to go home, only that Max has to be on full feeds before we leave the hospital or we may end up back due to dehydration. We're getting there. It's a slow process and sitting in this room 24 hours a day is turning me into a crazy person but...at least Max is getting better.
I had to add pictures of my small prison to help better relate the claustrophobia I'm starting to feel. Bright blue formica, bad oak cabinets, machines that beep every 15 minutes, and pages for nurses and doctors 4 times every hour could possibly make the most sane person a little coocoo.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
MAX GETTING BETTER
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