Brant and I (well mostly Brant) spent the day preparing the second bedroom/office for my mom's visit. Due to my extended stay in the hospital and of course of the arrival of our girls, our house has been ignored (we - understandably - have had other priorities). With a couple of grandma visits planned, we knew we had to make them semi-comfortable or else the offer to help us would probably dry up a little quicker. As much as they are both troopers, I have a feeling that sleeping in a stairwell might not go over so well. We have turned our living room into a baby area (including changing table previously known as Kari's office desk). Now if you would have told me that I would be changing dirty diapers in my living room a year ago - I wouldn't have believed you. Of course I wouldn't have believed that Brant would be cheering about poop, but that happens too. Our house is getting closer to making some sort of sense. Knowing we are moving is really a help - making all changes seem temporary. This is a good test run to see what type of space and layout we need now with our family of five. This information will only help Brant when he goes to LA in late July to find us an apartment.
Upon arrival at the NICU to visit the girls, I learned some exciting news. Apparently, Stella decided to take out her own feeding tube. While this did occasionally happen in the past (wouldn't you grab at something stuck to your face? I would) the nurses always put it back in right away. This time, they decided NOT to put it back in. 15 days old and already showing her independence. The nurse joked about how Stella was done with the tube and showing them she was ready to eat everything via mouth. Now, had she not ripped it out, they probably would have left it in for another couple of days, but since she did - they are going to see how see does without it. Go Stella Go!
Great news. . . I know about riping out the tube. Be thankful you don't have to learn how to put it back in.
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