Have you ever noticed that babies and really old people make the same kinds of sounds? They breathe noisy, they squeak, they have funny little coughs and chirps, and this doesn't even take into consideration those other noises. They also get cranky, sleep an awful lot, and their clothes don't seem to fit them very well. Lack of waist?
Now a month old, Luke is doing well. (Or Luker, as Macy sometimes calls him. This cracks me up because it translates to Lucre, and makes me want to add the Filthy onto it when I'm changing him. Lucky Lucre?) He is off his feeding tube again (had to put it back in because of interference from some congestion--he had a little cold) since earlier this week and is eating like a little pig the last couple of days. He was up every 2 1/2 hours to eat last night even though his bottles were huge for him--be careful what you wish for. The nurses are very pleased and surprised at his daily weight gain. His umbilical cord finally fell out yesterday and I was able to give him his first bath today. His oxygen has been great (88-90% saturation) all on his own since the beginning and at the cardiologist last week the doctor predicted that he would not have to be hooked up to oxygen at all as he gradually grows out of his shunt and we wait for his next surgery. We had been told that he would need oxygen in a couple of months, so this was very good news and I am thumbing my nose at the huge ominous tank that is planted here in the office, waiting to be useful. Luke is also smiling occasionally, making lots of eye contact, and once in a while tries to talk at us. I noticed today that he has started a funny little bad habit of pulling his own hair! Never had a baby do that before. His eyes are also very, very dark still, and I might be imagining things but I think they may turn brown! Or green at the least. Mark and I never expected a throwback to our brown-eyed deceased grandmothers (at least, I think his Grandma had brown eyes--Mark didn't know her. She died in a car accident when he was a baby.) My Grandma LaVonne had the snappin-black Kale eyes (both her parents also had blue eyes), and I would love to think that this is a little love note from her. We'll have to wait and see. Luke's coloring remains normal thanks to his good oxygen levels. All in all, except for our little medical routine in the morning of being weighed, oxygen checked, and getting some meds in his morning bottle, he is a pretty normal baby to take care of.
I forgot to write about some fun things that I had made notes on. When Luke was in the hospital his hand was constantly up over his eye like he was fretting about something. He still does this and also has very deep "worry lines" in his eyebrows. I keep wondering when or if they will ever go away. For this reason I'm starting to think of him as my serious one. Anyway, the kids thought this hand over the face pose was hilarious, and one night while he was still in the CICU we were thinking of captions for this pose (pretty much all the kids knew about him at this point.). Cooper volunteered that Luke must be saying the pledge of allegiance (?! with his face? typical kindergartener!) Boston said that it was because Luke thought that the clothes the nurses were wearing were too ugly. Other ideas were that it was his Halloween costume and that the baby girl he was sharing the room with was way too noisy.
Another comedy in the midst of our stress that I had jotted down was that one night we called the hospital to check on Luke's status. (This was our way of not feeling too guilty for leaving him there "Awl Awone", as the three-year-old freckled neighbor kid so tactfully put it to me when I explained to him where the baby was.) Mark asked the CICU desk to forward him to the nurse in Luke's room. When the nurse picked up the phone, she said, "Yes, he's here. Would you like to talk to him?" Late at night and a little sleep deprived, Mark wasn't sure how to respond to this, so he just laughed. To his astonishment, a man's voice came on the phone, wondering what Mark wanted. After a few moments of confusion on both ends, Mark talked to the nurse again and got Luke's report, as originally planned. We thought that maybe there was a male nurse there named Luke, but we later found out that the nurse heard "Luke Day's Dad" and handed it to the father of the other baby in the room, who was doubly confused because his wife's last name was Day, no relation. This was a much funnier story late at night, but there you go.
To start off these pictures, I thought I would include a couple of digital scrapbook pages that my in-laws put together and sent around to Mark's family, as shown. They were at the hospital when Luke was delivered and until very late that night. Thanks Dad and Frances!
|Luke's Lazy Boy.|
|Cooper asks to hold him...all the time.|
|Like flies to the honey.|
|Halloween party. Mark is a Beach Boy. Cooper is a bat. Leslie is a pioneer ghost.|
|One month old and Mom still hasn't figured out how to focus her camera.|
|The kids are bugged that Mom always makes me wear jammies.|
|I guess I could use this for Halloween. If I could go trick or treating...|
|Dissolvable stitches are pretty cool.|
|Luke's first bath. See his hair already turning brown instead of black?|
|He only howled for a second. I think he liked it okay.|
|His xyphoid process bone sticks out like a button when he cries. Plan to ask the doc about this.|
|He liked the lotion job. And the heater overhead.|
|Evidence of his new little vice. I guess he thinks that around here, having too much hair is not the manly thing to do.|
|He LOVED the mirror (and notice, he's pulling his hair again) and I was able to do my makeup and hair and brush my teeth (we are at my vanity) while he just admired himself. That is a routine I could get used to!|