I was realizing down at the hospital today that it's been a while since you've all seen the whole enchilada that is Jane. Behold! Nearly eleven pounds of delectable chub:
Jane and I got some snuggles in, although the breastfeeding didn't happen. We tried, but she just wanted to suck her pacifier. I tried letting her go with the paci for a while and then pull a switcheroo, but our girl was not deceived for more than a moment. She fell asleep shortly after I finally left her alone.
Later, Sarah got her little mitts on her sister. It was sweet and all, except for the part where Jane got all fidgety and started waking up and her oxygen went from 48% to 70%.
She had a pretty good day, no real spells (she did have one moment where she desatted and needed 100% oxygen to come up, but it only lasted for a minute and her oxygen went back down quickly). She was playing happily in her (big*) crib when we left, batting her toys and watching herself in the mirror.
Poor kid doesn't have a lot of reserve right now. She just needs to rest and regain her strength, but the one thing Boston is probably not going to be is restful. Exams and tests and strangers all up in her grill. I'm going to be honest here. I'm a little worried it's going to be hard on her. And here's an awful thing to have to say, but I hope they sedate the hell out of her. I want her to be stressed as little as possible, and maybe I'm underestimating her resilience here, but DRUGS. LOTS OF DRUGS.
* When we switched out the cribs yesterday, Donna was betting that they'd be switched back before the weekend was over. I do believe it was the very first thing Kristy did when she came on this morning.