Seeing how I’m at home all day with Ben, it has fallen upon me to keep up with the blog posts. As you may have noticed, I’m not very good at remembering to blog, and am a huge slacker. Thus, I’m forced to resort to trickery, and distract you with an adorable picture so you forget about how there has not been a blog post in over 11 days. Prepare yourself.
Now what were we talking about? Oh yeah, how super cute Benjamin is. Isn’t he adorable?
The first week without Joe was very busy, and I’m pretty sure something untoward happened to the time-space continuum because there were way more than 7 days last week. I’m pretty sure last week was a month long- a physicist might want to look into this. Just saying.
We visited with Infectious Diseases (all seems stable with the PO meds; we go back in a month) and stopped by the NICU floor yet again to visit with Dany, Leora, Sara and a few other nurses and staff who were around. We had our final EI evaluation on Wednesday, which went as well as can be expected- we’re qualified for services, so now they have to figure out what frequency we get. I’m trying to enjoy the calm before the storm now, because in a few weeks we’ll have therapists visiting several days a week. I have a feeling that means I should get dressed before Benjamin’s and my morning nap.
The rest of the week was quiet, just Benjamin, Cayman and I figuring out our groove during the day, and Joe finding his quality family time during the evening.
Here are some Benjamin-bullet points, hitting the FAQs:
- He sleeps pretty well, all things considered. He has to get medicine around 10:30/11pm, so we put him to sleep around 8 in the living room until then, and then give him a bottle and his meds, and then move him to the bedroom when we (and by we I mean Joe) go to sleep, shortly thereafter. He’ll fuss maybe one more time during the night, but will generally stay asleep until about 5:30/6am. We’re planning on shifting him to his crib in his room next week. Gulp.
- His eating stresses us out. A lot. He’s gaining weight though (11lb 10oz!), so we’re trying to chill out about it, because we’re also stressed that we’re going to give him horrible food aversions and he’ll never eat again. We’re kind of weird. He’s probably fine. It would just make me happier if he met his target more. And then I would stop freaking out. Probably.
- He’s trying to roll over, but can’t get his head to cooperate with his body. It’s pretty cute. He’s doing a lot of tummy time, as per the physical therapist’s suggestion when she did her evaluation (pretty much, during the day, if we’re not holding him, he should be on his belly). He’s not lifting his head yet, which is worrisome, but I think he’s working at it more, so I’m not really worried. He just hit 4 months corrected, so it’s the late end for that milestone, but it’s not crazy.
- Everyone in our building who didn’t know we had a kid in the hospital is confused. It’s kind of funny. I usually just answer with “it’s a long story” because I’m not the type of person to have super personal conversations in the elevator with my neighbors. It’s usually also my answer to “I didn’t realize you were pregnant” and “How old is he?”
- Benjamin smiles like crazy when he’s sitting in the swing and you kiss his cheeks. Joe also swears he giggled at one point too. I believe him, though Ben has not yet giggled for me.
- All things considered, except when he’s (not)eating, he’s really mellow. He can amuse himself on the tummy time mat or in the swing. He likes being carried, but will occasionally fuss to be put down (how different is that from the NICU!?!). He loves the stroller and the moby-wrap. He tolerates my photo shoots.