Tuesday, April 25, 2006
When I heard her voice from down the hall, I went in to investigate. Strangely, she was nowhere to be found. I looked in her closet, and poked my head in Daniel's room. No Hannah. I called out "Hannah, where are you? Are you in here?"
Then from somewhere low by feet - I hear "HELP! I'm stuck!!!" I look around, but no Hannah. Then I hear "I'm stuck UNDER the bed!"
It was one of those moments when I had to just stifle my laughter to help her out. I pulled her out and put her back in bed. What will she think of next?
Monday, April 24, 2006
Silent Night, nowhere in sight
Peter(!) is calm, while the moon is bright
Round yon Caleb, my little child
When he sleeps he looks so tender and mild
Sleep IS heavenly peace!
Sleep IS heavenly peace!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
I will write more again some day. Thank you all, so much, for your prayers! We know that only God's grace has carried us through the past 2 weeks.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Hannah this evening in a stream of consciousness: "I will go to see Doctor Bergdahl, and he will say 'I will bring these things [holding her hands reverently as if she is holding the bread and wine at communion] so that you do not touch the things that are holy.'"
Hannah: "Which color is George Mason?" Peter: "George Mason lost on Saturday. They are not playing tonight."
Hannah: "Are they the greeeeeen team?" Peter: "Uh, there is no green team."
Debra: "Boy, that guy is tall with long arms." Hannah: "Which is the guy who is not tall with no arms." Peter and Debra: "Huh?"
Peter: "Hannah, who do you want to win?" Hannah: "The white team." Peter: "But that's UCLA. Don't you want Florida, the blue team, to win?" Hannah: "What color is George Mason?"
Hannah: "When they hold the ball and then throw it, that is called a free throw."
As you can see, Hannah is totally into this college basketball thing. Too bad it's over until next year. However, we still have the Little Tykes hoop in the backyard so she can practice her "free throws" (a.k.a., "free dunks") from behind the line (a.k.a., the garden hose).
Monday, April 03, 2006
We talked to the pediatrician Sunday morning and he said he was writing up the discharge papers and that we would probably be able to take Caleb home Sunday evening. Debra went to the hospital about mid-morning to feed him and they asked if she wanted to take him home then!
Unfortunately, she didn't have the carseat with her. So, she came home and we all trooped down there about noon and brought our little guy home.
He's adapting pretty nicely to being home. Eating a lot. However, we think he got his days and nights mixed up while being in the hospital, because he was up almost all of last night. Debra and I got about 3-4 hours of sleep. I think we're a little spoiled because Daniel slept 6 hours the night after he was born.
Thank you all for your prayers!
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Through the day, he has gotten better at the whole eating thing and he is now able to take a bottle of colostrum.
Debra is going over to the hospital right now to see if he will breastfeed.
They are now saying that we may be able to take him home as early as tomorrow evening (Sunday).
We decide to rent a hospital grade breast pump for the next few weeks since it may be awhile before Caleb can get all of his meals from Mommy. The only place you can rent it from is the hospital downtown. Probably because I am the only parent not admitted to the hospital, I get chosen to go pick up the breast pump. So, I ask the lactation consultant for directions. Oh, it's real easy, you just go to the main entrance, get on the elevators and go to the fourth floor. You'll see the signs from there. No problem.
I park in the normal parking garage, and walk across the street to what looks like the main entrance. I didn't see any other entrance and this is a huge entrance. There is a big banner that says something about a trauma unit, but it looks like a promotional sign and it was so high on the building I didn't notice it the first time anyway.
I go inside and it looks real simple. There are the elevators. I push the button and the lady at the information desk asks if I know where I'm going. I explain that I'm going to the Mother's Resource Center on the fourth floor. She says I can only go to the third or fourth floor and mumbles something about critical care and radiology. She doesn't look with it and doesn't seem to know what is going on so I go up to the fourth floor.
After walking around for awhile, I realize this is the critical care unit and there is no Mother's Resource Center here. So, I go back down and sheepishly go up to the lady at the desk and tell her I'm looking for the Mother's Resource Center. She looks blankly at me. "I think it's in the birthing center," I add helpfully. She still has no clue what I'm talking about. I'm thinking, "this is a hospital; they do have babies here, right?"
Suddenly, I see the sweet old lady's light bulb go on. (There is something inside, apparently.) She picks up the phone and dials a number. Someone picks up and she tells them I'm looking for the Mother's Resource Center. Finally, she hands the phone to me. "Hello," I say. "What are you looking for, again?" "The Mother's Resource Center; I think it is part of the Birthing Unit." "Hold on." I'm thinking, "what is she going to do, connect me to them by phone?" She comes back on, "meet me in the lobby." "Okay." I hang up.
The sweet little lady takes the phone from me and then tells me that her daughter knows where everything is because she's the Executive Assistant to the CEO. "So, should we call her back and ask her where the main lobby is?" I think, but only say out loud, "so where is the main lobby?" She points in a general direction and says just keep walking down that hallway. Apparently, I was not in the main lobby, as I had thought.
So, I get to the main lobby (in spite of the directions) and in about 30 seconds this distinguished looking lady comes up to me and asks if I'm looking for the Mother's Resource Center. "Yes." That would be me. Old so-ignorant-can't-even-find-the-breast-pump-rental-so-has-to-get-CEO's-Executive-Assistant-to-show-him-the-way Fear, they call me.
I apologize for taking her time and indicate I didn't intend to take her away from what I am sure is a busy position. She doesn't seem bothered in the least and says, "when your mother asks you to do something, you do it. Besides, I haven't been to that area of the hospital in a long time."
Moral of the Story (kinda)--If you're in a busy position, don't make your mom the info person for your organization unless she has a flawless understanding of every facet of information she might possibly need. Otherwise, you will become the info person for your organization. :)
Debra went back to the hospital to see Caleb last night after we put the kids to bed. His oxygen was still at 30%, but they said that he looked like he needed a "Mommy fix" so they let Debra hold him! You can imagine how thrilled she was. He's doing a pretty good job of sucking on a pacifier and he was rooting while Debra was holding him last night.
Debra said he seemed to calm down and breathe a little more deeply while she was holding him. She went back to the hospital this morning and is hoping to get to hold him again.