Kyren 2.0

Our little sport has reached the 2 lb mark! I was hoping to write about this yesterday when it actually happened-- as of today he's up to 2.2 lbs!-- but i never got around to it. Been a little busy the past few days trying to catch up on sleep and figure out what to prioritize and what to leave for later. Nevertheless we are so encouraged by his daily weight gain, and continued ability to tolerate the feeds. They also have him on HMF (Human Milk Fortifier) just to help bulk him up with some extra calories. Seems to be doing the trick! Our main prayer now is for his lungs to also grow big and strong enough to begin breathing with the C-PAP rather than the Ventilator. It's just going to take some time. But if this steady weight gain continues, he'll be on the road to breathing on his own before we know it! Just keep praying against infection and any other respiratory complication...
We did get to see him last evening, as well as meet with a good friend/counselor to talk about our post-traumatic trauma. Then we went to my parents' to watch the 1st game of the world series and ended up (trying) to sleep there rather than go home in the dark of night....i didn't feel quite ready to do that. Christian had already gone to bed there, but happened to wake up right before we were all turning in for the night. Unfortunately this encounter really screwed up his night, and he was up every few minutes until 2:45am crying for Mommy. Why me? :) Why can't they ever wake up in the night crying for Daddy, who doesn't have to get up every few hours in addition to the 'every few minutes'? Not fun. I also never realized how noisy my parents' house is at night (sump pump, heat turning on and off, toilet running, dog walking around the halls trying to shepherd everyone...). So much for getting a better night's sleep!
Fortunately we didn't have to go anywhere or do anything today-- and i am again reminded of how blessed we are to have dave home during this time. Today he was able to keep Christian occupied while I took a nap in my own bed. I only wish I weren't such a slave to the pump. I could have slept a lot longer. Just keep telling myself it's worth every minute of lost sleep! My baby's gaining weight from this sacrifice of love, and it's only for a season. And thank God it's going well, and my supply is increasing rather than decreasing, as i've heard can happen to some women. And thanks to my awesome sis, Kelly (and Medela), i am now Freestylin'! Soooo much better than the others!!
(Note: I am being vague for the sake of any uncomfortable people who may not be so keen on reading about such a personal issue... it's just that, once you've given birth and nothing is sacred any more, you don't really seem to care who reads about your breastmilk)
We love you Baby Boy-- Keep on growing strong!!