Three for Thursday 43 Weeks Edition

Noah Asleep

 

 

Each Thursday, for the near future, I give updates on how our baby triplets are doing in the hospital.  They were born May 28th at 27 weeks gestational age.  Bella Marie born 1lb 14oz, Owen Charles born 1lb 14oz, and Noah Anthony born 2lb 4oz.

 So….since last week's edition we've had three more dates come and go as to when we were told we could take Owen home.  Now I simply don't put any stock into what they say anymore.  When he's sitting in the car seat in the back of my mini-van, then I'll actually believe he's coming home. 

They held him over again this week because he started losing some weight.  So, the changed his feeds from every four hours to every three hours and he started putting on weight again, but apparently someone thought it wasn't enough weight so we missed another date. 

I went in to see them last night, five hours after my wife left, and every baby in the room (seven or so) had signs up on their cribs for contact precautions.  They all tested positive for adenovirus.  So, here I am thinking now that the longer my children stay in the hospital the sicker they get.  Some of the nurse's privately agreed with me.

It is very disheartening and, as such, I am in an entirely foul mood tonight.

Ms. Bella Sleeping Like a Princess

They said Bella and Owen might both come home this Sunday now.  I don't anticipate it.  Bella lost some weight overnight and has developed a bacterial skin rash that I am quite certain is due to the fact that they had a plastic tent over her body with humidified air for several weeks.  I fought them on the tent, but they thought it would help her conjestion.

Bella got switched to an anti-reflux formula that looks like oatmeal and she has done well with it.  She has been taking maximum feeds lately, and only occasionally sending some of it back, so it's working. 

Owen Peace Out, Bro

They are getting so big, so quickly.  I missed two days at the hospital over the weekend due to other obligations and I was astonished to see the changes in that short of a time.  They've outgrown their preemie clothes already, so, sorry to those of you reading this who may have bought them for us, but it is real good that they are growing so well.

Owen is at 6lb 7oz and Bella is at 7lbs even.  Noah, not to be outdone, is over 7lbs 6oz now.  That boy is gonna be big.  The nurses think Owen is going to be tall because he has long arms.  I don't know where the tall gene came from.

A nice note, but my wife and I were chatting between periods of the Sabres preseason game tonight (they lost…stoopit Sabres) and she noted that Noah is quite good at recognizing her voice.  The occupational therapists were working with him today and Nikki called his name and he shot his head over and looked at her, all wide-eyed. 

I don't seem to talk to them much.  I am very quiet in general and tend to communicate in my head with them.  I need to be more verbal but it's kind of embarrassing for me to sing to them or talk to them when all the nurses are around.  I am hoping that my interaction will be better when they are home.

I don't have anything else to report this week.  Again, I hope when I give the next report I can happily say that one or more of my children are home.  Thanks to everyone, as always, for your thoughts and prayers.

3 Nanoseconds Later...Noah Really Really Awake