Well it's coming up on little Bella's originally-scheduled birthday, as well as Grandpa Clyde's and Grammy Diane's. Could be more that I am not aware of- sorry if i missed you.
I've been here since Monday and I hit the ground running. Tracey was feeling crappy and looking pale when i got here. We all conferred and decided to jack-up the steroids again, since they had been working to keep the nausea at bay.
Not much difference on Tuesday, but Dr. Garon gave orders to put the pedal to the metal and max-out the dosage. Tracey told me this morning that she felt "a fraction better," but I think she has improved more than that; nonetheless we both agreed we would accept a fraction as a gift and not quibble.
Mainly, she has had a bit more alert time and has held her daughter and soothed her for about 15 minutes at a time. It was nice to see. Hopefully, with the steroids administered 4 times a day, Tracey will be back to where she was last week. She always picks the week when I come to make trouble.
Anyway, I've assumed the nursing duties, at least as much as i can without getting "sister cooties," under the supervision of my mother. Keith, the very kind and caring visiting nurse, got into a car accident so I am taking his shift while he's out. Good thing the Marinol tabs show up tonight-- I'll need 'em.
Tracey received my first subcutaneous injection without complaint and gave me high marks, though this may have just been out of politeness.
Bella is great. She is tiny-- compared to my 3yr old, so I have to try to remember how to handle all the infant care. Changing a poopie diaper is like riding a bicycle- you never forget how, although my swaddling skills have deteriorated to a sorry state, I am embarrassed to admit. I've included a video at the end of this post. Not the diapering part, just Bella.
Brandon is still Superman, even though he doesn't think he is. He has tremendous strength and is a great husband and superb Dad. I admire him greatly.