Bob Dole Boots and Rallies

Grady made some improvement today - his oxygen level has been lowered and he only needed 2 breathing treatments today. In fact, the respiratory therapist cancelled the evening one as he sounded clear, that's good news.

I can also tell G's feeling a little better - I think he's getting as stir crazy as I am (neither of us can match how Jennifer feels right now). He was much more active and alert today - after a diaper change and before we could get the next one on him he was up on all fours ready to scoot around the little metal prison crib he's in. He also wants to stand up in there, but every time he does he sets off his saturation and pulse monitor thats on one of his toes.

That monitor is loud, and I find myself hearing its beeps and bells everywhere I go - I swore I heard it in the Walmart parking lot tonight as I was out getting supplies to restock the troops at home. For weeks after we took Evan home from the NICU I remember hearing the bells of his alarms at the time. We got very good at recognizing who's alarms were whose in the big NICU area.

In fact, a lot of this reminds me of Evan's time in the NICU. This is much easier compared to all the uncertainty of Evan's birth but it's still nervewracking. It's especially hard for me to leave the two of them there - it's a catch 22. I feel bad about leaving Evan all day and seeing him just long enough to read him a book and put him to bed but I feel awful about leaving Grady in the hospital. It's a no-win situation.

So, we'll see the doctor again tomorrow (Tuesday) and hopefully we can continue to ween G off the oxygen and get him home on Wednesday. Keep your fingers crossed.