Doesn’t rain make you sleepy? Something about rain makes me want a blanket. Finn did too, so we covered him in the adorable blanket that Nana Becky (Joey’s mom) made him.
Listening to the rain beat against the window in the NICU, I was dozing off during skin time with Finn and Joey had slunk down from his chair to the floor and fell asleep on a pile of blankets. I know…pretty gross to lie on a NICU floor. That’s how tired we are. Our nurse startled us as she stated in her outside voice, “Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong; this is an intensive care unit. You cannot set up camp and sleep bedside.” Now, before you call the NICU or threaten to beat any of our nurses up, know that this nurse was a good one…a little forward, but just doing her job.
I had a lactation consultation about a hour later in which the perky little lady (lactation consultants are the perkiest women I’ve ever met) told me that in order to increase my milk supply, I needed to be sure to take frequent naps. Are you kidding? I’m sure moms at home don’t get naps, and I know first-hand that those in the sterile environment of the NICU aren’t even allowed to. I promise I won’t go into detail about breast feeding, but it went much better today. What a special bonding experience!
Joey and I came home to Norman this afternoon to do a little laundry, get the mail and some “rest.” Opening the door, we found the cushions of our couch propped upright and drying. My sweet mom hired us a once-every-other-week housekeeper during this crazy time in our lives, and yesterday she even had our carpets and couches professionally cleaned. It has changed my life. Our housekeeper does an amazing job…a little too amazing…it’s making me lazy. At first I was too prideful to allow someone else to clean my house. I was taught to be incredibly tidy and organized. My grandma even irons underwear, sheets and socks. My mom irons t-shirts you’d sleep in. I’m not nearly as good as they are, but it felt like cheating to let someone else clean for me. After a couple months of this luxury, I’m over that.
- Head circumference down another .5cm
- Weight down a little too…they say due to breast feeding
- Orthopedic surgeon stopped by yesterday at the request of a friend and to examine Finn’s feet and legs. Turns out he doesn’t have clubbed feet; they are planovalgus, or flat and turned outward. He said this may even be due to “tight packaging” inside me and not necessarily due to spina bifida. It may correct itself on its own, so they won’t cast him unless they have to. Praise God!
- We want out of here! We think Finn will thrive even more at home, but they are predicting early next week. It’s frustrating, as we feel a little like we’re trapped in the system. Thankful for the good care, however.
- THANK YOU for your prayers and support. We are so humbled by so many of you who’ve reached out. I’m not sure why you care so much, but thankful that you do.