On Hold

We're up to three straight nights with a brady. She has been pulling out of them on her own, but it appears that they stem from her having a bit of reflux after eating. So, she spits up and it changes her equilibrium enough that the heart rate drops. Nothing long-term serious, but serious enough that she won't be coming home for a bit. I've mentioned before that she has to go five consecutive days without a brady, so we're looking at late this week at best.

As you might expect it is a bit difficult to come to terms with. We've been on a bit of a rollercoaster over the last week-and-a-half or so. Once she took the bottle she started doing so well, that we basically thought it was a foregone conclusion she'd be home with us this weekend. Since that didn't happen we're a little unsettled as to how to deal with the situation. The emotions can only take so much, so now we're really trying to just stay on an even keel and not get too hopeful with the good news, but also not get too down with any bad news. No guarantees we'll be successful with that approach, but at least we're trying!

Sadly, we've become terrible at taking pictures, but I will say that I went down to the hospital this morning and fed her a bottle for the first time. Because I had been sick and then work has been busy this past week I hadn't actually held her for about two weeks. I was thrilled to really experience how much she's grown and to see how full her cheeks are and how her legs aren't little chicken legs anymore. She's getting so close to seeming just like a regular-size baby now. She's 5 lb 4 oz, and we know that a lot of full-term babies aren't much bigger than that. It's very encouraging, and she looks great! She's also very noisy. A lot of grunting and wiggling and complaining when she doesn't get her food in a timely fashion. She doesn't cry, she just makes noise. It's very sweet. I loved spending time with her today.