Friday 5 Sept. (by Clyde3)

Well, Grammy Diane has arrived. I'm catching her up on the new hygiene and bottle-washing techniques I've instituted, and she has enthusiastically embraced them all. Actually, she thinks I have OCD and just humors me until she's out of sight.

Bella is enjoying the switch to Similac powder. Belly-gurgling has been reduced, as well as spit-up- AND poops have increased. It's miraculous. She's drinking with wild abandon. Her schedule seems to be less abstract than before.

Tracey seems a little better. She doesn't like being awake, but her nausea is better and she's more coherent. We are chalking that up to the steroids- especially since I managed to rouse myself last night for the 2AM dose of dexamethasone.

Grammy Debbie was here yesterday, and she and I had a great time switching off on the child care. I'd like to say we split the chores, but, to be honest, she did about twenty times what i do in a day within the first hour of her arrival. She disassembled the upstairs bedroom, washed everything and put it all back together before I had the dishwasher loaded.

Tracey has been going back and forth on whether to take the Tarceva. I am urging her to try it for a week. Her opinion changes based on how she's feeling. When she feels horrible Tarceva sounds like a good idea. Otherwise, she' skeptical.

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