Me neither. That’s what I had to do yesterday morning. I got to about 26 oz and then couldn’t drink the rest without puking. I had to have an ultrasound yesterday morning to double check that they got all the stones and stuff out from my gallbladder. I’ve been having a bit of pain that is very similar to the gallbladder pain. Nothing big.

Other than feeling like an emotional cripple, some things are going good. Bug is being a little whirlwind of goodness.  After this second episode of pink eye, she is up to exploring her world.   She is chattering up a storm and so close to walking.  Tonight she “helped” me sort through the boxes and boxes of baby clothes that have been handed down to us.   Bugalicious decided that she had to go through each and every thing in every box, which usually meant a episode of frenzied emptying of the box with a whole lot of jabbering.  Holy Cow!   I think I refilled the boxes about six times each.   She was having fun though, so it’s okay.   We went to Costco today and let Bug play in the little playhouse there.   I think she liked it and kept waving to the other kids who walked by. 

Before that, we had a big snow storm and she had fun looking at the big old flakes and telling us all about them.

Littlest One has been doing okay.   She is still having spells occasionally during sleep and most often during or right after her feeds.  They think it has to do with when her tummy gets 1/2 or 3/4ths of the way full.   She is still gaining weight (5 lbs 2 oz) and is now up to 45 ml a feed.   She will take about 3/4th of her feed by bottle or sometimes even all of it.  Last night when I fed her, she took about 30 ml.  She was hungry and sucked it down.   Before she ate, I gave her the binkie to work on until it was dinner time.  She smacked on that binkie so loudly, you could hear it in the next pod over.   She is such a sweet thing though.   She looks all around with those big dark eyes.   She has a quiet soul and never seems to complain or cry much.  She did cry last night because she was hungry and mad because it wasn’t coming fast enough.  We talked to the resident last night and she said they are thinking of sending her home in about a week.   Of course that depends on Littlest One’s spells and if we are comfortable with inserting and using the feeding tube.  I’m not comfortable with the spells.   I wish she wouldn’t have any or at least no sleep spells.   They mentioned maybe sending her home on a monitor.   Still don’t like that idea.  Daddy isn’t comfortable at all with that.  We’ll see.   I want my baby home, but I don’t want to obsess on her color, breathing, and if her heart is beating.  Okay, I’ll obsess on that anyhow, but if she isn’t spell free, I will never sleep or leave her alone - it’s just too scary.    It was good to see that little girl last night though.  It puts me in a good mood to hold and talk to her.   I actually rocked her quite a bit and wasn’t worried about the position I held her in or rocking - she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.  She did have a couple short spells when I first got there, but we had a little chat and she promised not to have anymore while we were there.   She waited until about half an hour after we left.