Annika's billirubin is still high. 15.0 today, down from 15.1 yesterday. She's supposed to be in the billi bassinet as much as possible. Right now she is sleeping on my chest which is absolute perfection. Not as perfect was when she spit up on me after nursing, all over my clean nursing tank! Oh well, she's worth it.
We've been to the hospital everyday since Thursday and will go back again tomorrow and probably Monday. And yes, I 've parked valet everyday for free and they even leave my van in the circle, moving it only if needed. In fact, yesterday, they didn't let me walk the 100 feet that they had parked it, instead having me wait for them to drive it around the circle again. And then he folded up my stroller for me.
And yes, they smile, wave or say hello when they see me get out.
The boys seem to be adjusting well. Kolby and Levi are pretty enamored with her. They ask to see her and ask about her. Kolby likes to hold her. Sage is more like "eh, whatever, a new baby." He's adjusting to being a big helper as I need him to hold Levi's hand to get to our house from the van.
I look forward to having a morning where I don't get up and get ready to go to the hospital for a heel prick. But putting it in perspective helps, she's not in the hospital, it could be so much worse.
Physically, I'm feeling really great. I know it is God's grace and his face shining down on me.
Kolby got his cast changed yesterday. He wasn't scared of the saw at all! He laughed the entire time they used the saw. He picked blue this week. He'll wear it until next Tuesday when the doctor is back in town and at that appointment, the doctor will determine if he needs surgery on his foot to move a tendon. I'm not thinking about it unless we have a need.
And in total honesty, Kolby is having many accidents again. Both. It started before he got the first cast but got worse with the cast. I'm at my witts end with this. I kind of feel like he's playing us. He stops getting candy and praise for doing what he needs to do and then he goes back to going in his underwear. It's really frustrating. We keep telling him his preschool won't let him come if he doesn't act like a big boy. I'm really considering pulling him out. Maybe he just isn't ready.
If only each kid came out with an individualized instruction manual.
Sage starts kindergarten a week from Monday. I still need to register him. It's on the list of things to do Monday before noon. Along with get another billi check (most likely) and pick up Drew's sister from the airport.
In other news: life, it just doesn't stop.