A Good Day

It's Saturday, and there isn't actually much to report. That's a good thing. Henry is rather active in the evenings, when we'd like to sleep, but I suspect that is true of a lot of newborns.

Jeff tried out the "military hold" that nurse Michael showed us last week. Michael said that they use the military hold (baby on one arm, facing down with the baby's belly against the forearm) in military nurseries. I looked online and found that it is often used for babies with colic. Michael said that he thought that babies liked the hold because there was more to look at (rather than staring up at the ceiling). We saw nurse Henry in the NICU use such a hold. Because Henry can be held with one arm, it makes it easier for lugging the oxygen tank around the house.

Grandpa Kenski came by around noon. Grandma Kenski took over in mid-afternoon. I paid bills while they watched Henry. Jeff went out, looking for a chair for the space next to Henry's crib, so that we can feed him there at night (and not have to disconnect him from his apnea monitor while doing late-night feedings).

Unfortunately, more blood was found in one of Henry's diapers. It is more than usual, but it still is a rather small amount. It hasn't been 10 days yet since I gave up dairy, so for now, we'll assume that's the culprit. I plan to call the pediatrician's office on Monday morning to let him know about it. We also think that Henry might have thrush. I noticed white stuff on his tongue in the NICU, but I assumed it was just residual milk. Hasn't gone away, so it is time to get it checked out.

Jeff and Henry are currently on the couch watching Pirates of the Caribbean. We have the sound off and have been using the closed-captioning feature, because we don't want Henry to be startled by the sounds. Other than that, it looks like a bath is in Henry's future.