Which is Apparently Hilarious
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
My mom makes Christmas Eve pjs for all her grandkids. Last year she made Fletcher's blanket out of some of the fabric. The days leading up to Christmas last year were some of Fletcher's worst. His lungs had begun to scar from the pressure of the vent and were taking on fluid. He got bad pretty quickly and they put him on some pretty heavy antibiotics for fear of infection (you can see the IVs going into his arms and he has scars to this day on each forearm from that or one of his other numerous lines). His vent settings were high and he was getting fairly regular doses of morphine because he would get so agitated and fight the vent. I don't like to think about it, but there were times that I wondered if my mom would ever get to make pjs for him.
Today, I am happy to report, is a completely different story. While every part of Fletcher's life is, and will continue to be, affected by his extreme prematurity in ways I have yet to discuss on this blog, right now he is just your average baby resting comfortably upstairs all safe and sound. And yes, he is in our bed, but we are hoping it is just a phase while he is a little stuffed up with a head cold. And even if it is more than a phase... just look at that first picture above and tell me that you wouldn't want him close to you after all of that.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Instead, this is what I saw...
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Here is a picture we took when I got home from work. Think I was happy to see my little guy?
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I usually subscribe to the less is more philosophy in dressing Fletcher, but I do have to admit that I think the fly on the shoulder of the onesie is kind of cute.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
We have a two-story house and Fletcher's nursery is upstairs, so we had the big tank next to the stairs and 50 feet of tubing for the nasal cannula, so we could have him upstairs or down without having to move the tank. After nearly five months, that tank had become a fixture in our house. The entryway looks naked without it there.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
As evidenced in his birth announcement, Fletcher has been home for four and a half months-- a whole month and a half longer than he was in the hospital. I haven't taken up this blog again (as if one entry really counts as starting a blog) because I felt like I needed to go back and record his life from the beginning in chronological order and as each day passed the prospect got more and more overwhelming.
So, I have decided to jump back in and start with the present, adding recaps of Fletcher's NICU experience and first few months along the way... when I get around to it, that is.