Jack is doing very well these days (although that damn “for now” still chimes in occasionally). He was briefly up to 1750 grams last night, and then had a giant, well, you know, so that took him back down a bit (my husband is smirking somewhere).
In general things are looking up for the boy. But, no, we won’t know when he’s coming home and we most likely won’t know until a day or two before hand (this is well worn line at this point, so please I am begging, stop asking). Mid to late November is our guess right now.
Okay, next topic.
I’d like to address the noise from certain sectors re: visitation and cleanliness.
While in the NICU, Jack can only have two visitors at time, including a parent at the bedside. This policy has been limiting honored guests to mostly family.
Last week Gran-E and Grandpa Peter were up and spent some QT with the boy, but they missed the big cannula event and have not yet seen the little dude outside of his isolette. We’re looking forward to introducing him to the Safir’s without a 1/2 inch pane of plexi in-between him and them…
Indeed, as Jack comes out of the isollette more and more these days, we’ve gotten pretty strict about the health of our visitors. Even a sniffle buys you a one way ticket to the waiting room and a recent missive regarding flu shots was sent to friends and family.
I am not looking forward to being the germ police and I swear I don’t think my hands have been this clean in my entire life. All of this is being said so that you’re not horribly offended if Arch and I don’t do a lot of hand shaking or hugging with our friends, family or even work people. I recently kicked someone out of my office who had a cold just by pointing at a picture of Jack.
Yep. I’m “that mom” now.