Monday June 9, 2008

Carrie is tired after holding our girls tonight, so I get to tell about diapers. Maggie pooped up three in a row for me - the first one (looked like a hot air balloon inside if it were a Rorschach test), a second she tagged while I was changing the first (looked like an ellipsis in there...), and a third while I was holding her that looked like an angry clown. All of them smelled the same not good, though. I didn't get to see Evie's diaper tonight, but I think hers were exciting earlier today.

Maggie's trying to be quite the exerciser - she squirms around her isolette quite a bit. She's been found 90 degrees off where she was supposed to be and schooched down in the corner once, too. I'm worried she'll start knotting blankets and hoarding syringes to aid her escape. Evie's calmer, she's focusing on growing instead of elicit freedom, but the problem with that it's tougher to move when you're bigger - chubby babies have a lower strength to weight ratio, I think.

It's Monday, which also means test day - blood tests, and both an echocardiogram and head scan for Maggie. Blood test results mean Evie's probably going to get one last (hopefully) transfusion in a day or so, and Maggie's scans were unchanged -she had a single class I intraventricular hemorrhage probably a month ago that's healing, and still has a moderate patent ductus arteriosus with an atrioventricular septal defect. So no surprises, we're still just feeding and growing.

I'll let Carrie "moderate" this posting when she sees it. Joe