Wednesday, September 14

We have a 3 lb butterball on our hands!!! He is just 3 pounds today! yippee. For some of you who might be thinking "How much does he have to weigh to go home."  They told us he doesn't have to weigh a certain weight before going home.  He needs to have a continuous weight gain, be able to hold his own body temperature and one more thing I don't remember at this time of night.

Isaac is also wearing clothes for the first time in his life.  It was yesterday actually which was his first day.  He was wearing one of those ugly hospital baby shirts... so needless to say I am washing his preemie clothes tonight and taking them tomorrow so my little guy will woo all the nurses!  They do fight over who takes care of him... i don't mind as long as she (just because they are all women in this NICU) takes good care of him.

Overall he "looks" good.  He is filling out and his face is getting chubbier.  Today they tried to put an IV in him too many times for my taste.  He has a blood mark under the skin on his other hand, prick marks on both feet and one on his leg.  They ended up putting a pick line in  right under his armpit (or so it looks like).  A pick line is one that can stay in him for at least a month.  Since he is still getting the antibiotics they needed to do this.  Me being the typical mama thinks he is sleeping more than he had been.  But I try to remember that he is doing a lot of things.  The nurse said today wore him out from him crying due to being poked so many times. I did get to hold him to which I told him when he comes home he will not get poked and proded at home so hurry up and gain weight and get those lungs strong.

Oh, by the Taco did die yesterday  morning.  I got up and went to have Arianna feed him.  I looked in the tank and Taco was on the bottom.  Not knowing what to tell her at that point I had her feed him anyway. To which her quick mind said "He not moving... mommy make him move." Still not knowing what to tell her, I said, we have to go, I'll try to get him to move tonight.  David removed Taco from his tank and cleaned it.  David swears that I killed him because I didn't rinse the rocks before I filled the tank.  Okay Mr. Fishman!!!Last I knew he had cats and dogs when he was younger...hee hee. Ari didn't notice even up until tonight that Taco was no longer.  Then as we were talking to Grandpa on the phone he proceeds to say something about Taco not moving.  Ari turns around, looks at the tank and says "Taco not in there, Taco dying?"  That girl is quick. 

One more Ari story for the night.  We went out to eat before going to the hospital.  I think she took a talking pill because she was non-stop talking.  Anyway, she and I were talking and she said "you have something in your teeth." I smiled at her and she says, "oh yeah, there it is, I get it out?"  I laughed so hard.  I have to be on my toes around here these days.  She also spelled the word pie on her own tonight... amazing.