“What happened today?” was the question at the end of it. These days, such a query gives me great pause, for I must work hard to remember when this day actually began. …Oh, yeah. Nat was scraping paint, I ironed, Ella to Pediatrician… oh, got it!
Our wonderful Pediatrician would make a good poker player, but it is still easy to see that he’s concerned about our daughter. Her weight is holding steady, so he’s encouraging us to move up to daytime feedings every two hours. Which is possible, but it’s a grind. It means feeding, diapering, pumping, burping, and putting Ella down for a nap. Then we take turns visiting Will before rousing the girl for yet another feeding. It’s nice for me to have something to do, but it is tiring for my girls. Still, the wife is a rock. I can’t tell you how much I venerate her. She is more amazing and stronger now than I’ve ever seen her. And I can feel the tide of milk shifting, I think.
Will is looking better today. The ventilator is set to prompt about 20 respirations per minute, and he is supplying the other 20 to 40. It is so wonderful to see him looking around and moving his arms and legs. He looks deep into your eyes and listens to you tell him about life and love and all of the adventures we’ll have someday. I was able to hold his head and his feet, and sit with him and comfort and encourage him. His mom did the same, and even took some photos. The current plan is to step up his intake of milk and other nutrition so that he can gain some weight and some strength. This should happen over the next few days, and might allow another ventilator weaning and extubation early next week. But for now, we just need him to rest easy and fatten up.