Today I enrolled McKenzie in her Kindergarten class! They don’t actually start until after Labor Day, but it’s still a milestone! More importantly to her, she got to pick her carrots from the 4K garden her class planted in the spring. She was so excited! Now we’ve gotta wash them off and have her eat them with hummus—after all, “carrots & hummus” is her favorite snack! She’ll even go in the fridge and get it herself. No complaints here!
And tomorrow is her birthday! I can’t believe we’re going to have a 5-year-old! She is getting so big. *sniff, sniff* Grandpa Jeff (my step-dad) is flying out tomorrow for the occasion. He’s been with her for almost every birthday, and I haven’t told her yet, so it’s going to be a surprise. =) And tonight after she goes to sleep I’m going to cover her bedroom floor with over 60 balloons (hopefully I don’t pass out from blowing them up!) and cover her door with streamers—pinterest style. It’s gonna be so fun to see her reaction! I live for those moments. On Sunday she’s having a few friends over and we’re going to make mini-pizzas for lunch and have ice cream cake. It’s not going to be too long, because I want to get to the hospital after. =/ It’s really been a tough balance lately, not gonna lie. If I’m at the hospital, I’m neglecting her—but if I’m with her at home, he’s all alone in his little crib. I know he needs his sleep, but I hold him the whole time I’m there. I don’t care what they say, he’s sleeping on me anyway.
And he is so darn cute. Look at that face! And his smell makes my boobs hurt. Don’t let the pics fool you, he’s still super-tiny. I cannot even express how badly I want him home, and quite honestly I’m starting to get a little angry about the fact that he’s still there. I’m fully aware that you “can’t compare babies,” but he’s up to 6lbs 9.9oz which is almost a full pound above his birth weight and I have friends with 34-weekers who were not nearly as big or assigned as much per feeding as he is (57mL), and were home MUCH earlier. I contacted his pediatrician today, and she wasn’t even notified that he was born! WTF! She apologized profusely, and said she’s been doing rounds almost every day at the hospital and definitely would have stopped in had she known. I filled her in on everything, and she said she’d try to work with the Neonatologists and get them to wean him more aggressively from the tube. I would have no problem coming in for daily weight-checks—I’m a stay-at-home momma right now anyhow—but I just want him home, dangit! Badly! I’ll do whatever I have to. I feel like it’s getting to the point where I can do absolutely everything they’re doing for him there, and he could be at home. Urgh. I guess I just picked the wrong hospital, I’ve heard they all have different policies about feeding. Basically, I’m getting frustrated. Really frustrated. But we’ve been doing a lot of “kangaroo-care” time, aka: skin-to-skin—I’m hoping that he’ll start taking off with his feedings. Let’s hope he’ll be home by next weekend! Or I might have a melt-down. He’ll be 3 weeks already on Tuesday. Send your positive thoughts our way. =)