We had a football day yesterday...which Finn loved, of course. We switched between the Packers and Bears for the early games (both lost...yay! Sorry friends who are fans, but it helps the Vikes in the division). Finn slept through most of that but woke up right on time for the Vikings. And the Vikings won! Not a pretty win, but a win and I'll take it. I told Jim it was nice to have a team win for once (Gophers...not so good at 1-6 for the season...but Brewster, the coach, was fired yesterday!). The first thing Finn said to me when I went into his room this morning was "touchdown" so I'm guessing it stuck with him over night!
Jim made an amazing dinner. I've been without Jim's cooking for a while (although don't miss the mess that accompanies it!). He grilled steaks, jumbo shrimp and bread and we warmed up yummy mashed potatoes he'd made for Pete on Friday night. Then Jim finished my dinner off with a piece of (store bought...Jim doesn't bake) blueberry pie and icecream. So yummy.
This AM Finn and I went to Preemie class. It was good and Finn was independent again today. Maybe if Jim can stay in town for a stretch, it will help with Finn's separation anxiety. Finn did seem to be tired and a little bipolar again. His teacher said it is very common for kids' emotions to swing a lot at this age; something about development. Let's hope he gets over it quickly because I can deal with a crabby kid and obviously a happy kid, but when it switches back and forth at the drop of a hat...somewhat trying for the caregiver. I found out that another mom in the class is pregnant, although VERY early on, so it feels good to have somebody with which to share my mixed emotions about having #2 after a premature birth with #1.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.