No. Not Jack. He’s totally cool. In fact, right now he is rockin’ it on the lap of our part-time sitter in the living room.
I am referring to me – and my broken second-to-littlest toe, you know, “the little piggy that had none.” Well that toe was broken in a tragic 3 AM feeding incident involving a coffee table leg.
Despite his mother’s injury, Jack has had a pretty uneventful first week at home. He spent much of that first week in his bassinet next to the bed. This close proximity led to some serious anxiety on my part and we have since transitioned him to his crib, with it’s baby-crack-mobile. This thing is genius! We’re all mesmerized by it.
We had not one, not two, but three doctor appointments this week. We saw the pediatrician twice and the ophthalmologist once. As of Tuesday, Jack had gained 9 ounces since being home(!) The ophthalmologist’s visit was also positive. No further progression of ROP was seen so now we just watch, no more surgery.
Despite all the gripping about lack of sleep, injuries and what have you, having Jack home is just amazing. Even Hollis is begining to think so…