Filling in the details

Its been kind of a wind down from the weekend's activities and there were some things that happened this weekend besides the laser surgery that I should probably catch everyone up on. First, my parents were able to hold Thomas for the first time. This happened Thursday night. I didn't mention it in the blog because we surprised them and wanted to do the same for Rebecca's parents, who as you recall came in Saturday. So we were trying to keep it quiet. Unfortunately my mom showed all of the steely determination of James Bond during an interrogation and accidentally told Rebecca's mom in the one hour they were together. Doubly unfortunate, because of the surgery, Rebecca's mom hasn't gotten her turn yet. I expect that inequity to corrected sooner than later.

The second thing that happened this weekend had the potential to be almost as traumatic as Thomas' surgery. We are furiously working on getting Thomas' nursery ready. We originally thought we had tons of time and took full advantage of all that time by not doing anything about the nursery before Thomas entered this world. Things are coming along nicely, but there was another tenant in Thomas' future home.

Several years ago, I got Rebecca a bunny rabbit, who she named Mopsy. She's been an integral part of the family (and the best part is, she's attacked Rebecca's sister on at least one occasion, kind of like the rabbit from Monty Python's Holy Grail, which I found to be very funny. You can see how vicious she is in the first picture.). Mopsy had her own room and was quite content, but that room has since been designated as the nursery. The only place for Mopsy to go was out in the bitter cold, thrown to the wolves to fend for herself. Of course that wasn't really the plan, but that is kind of the way Rebecca felt about the situation. And what better weekend to decide to make the move than the one when Thomas has his surgery. Rebecca didn't have near enough on her emotinal plate. As you can see, in the second picture, Mopsy now has a 2 story bungalow that sits just outside our living room and is getting used to her new surroundings.

Thomas has recovered really well from his surgery. He is now 3 pounds, 12 ounces. He's breathing room air with very little help and he's exercising his lungs by crying, which still sounds really awesome to us. There will be a day when I don't want to hear him crying, but right now its the most amazing sound I've ever heard. Thomas is also really into being held and gets very crabby when it doesn't happen. Fortunately, a bunch of the nurses are angling to help out in that capacity whenever they can.

The next week also promises some potential big changes. Thomas may be able to come off of the snorkel as soon as this week and move to what most people are used to seeing when someone is on oxygen, just a tube with prongs in the nostrils (there's a name for it, but I don't want to show off). Thomas will also be moving out of his isolet soon to an open bed. Another big step because he's starting to maintain his own body temperature. When this happens, Thomas will have to start wearing clothes. Rebecca and her nurse decided to take advantage of this by trying on some clothes. Thomas was less than thrilled with this and expressed extreme displeasure (picture below). We'll see how this works out.