He's missing something else

I was met with this beautiful face this morning:Our little burrito got his naso-gastric (i.e. feeding) tube removed last night! What a wonderful surprise. He is eating so well between the breast and bottle that it was due to be changed and they decided not to put a new one back in. Now, he could get one again if he doesn't continue to eat well, but at this point, that is not a concern. They are very pleased with his appetite and ability to eat! Now he looks like a "normal" baby. It does a mommy's heart good!

The surgeon came to talk to me about his hernia surgery today and recommended holding off on the surgery until he is 8 pounds (probably the end of the summer, but before RSV or flu season). I wasn't happy to hear this, as we were hoping to get it taken care of while he was still in the hospital, both so he could recover there and to avoid another hospital stay in our near future (and I KNEW Jim would be ticked off about it). But the surgeon said that there is less chance of recurrence of the hernia if we wait and Finn will have lower risk of complications associated with anesthesia. When I called Jim, I wasn't surprised that he was upset with this recommendation. When Jim got to the hospital later, we met with the nurse practitioner who has been rounding on Finn this week. She explained it all to Jim and then said the bottom line is we are the parents and can decide what we think is best (each surgeon has a different opinion on when this procedure should be done). So, we have to figure out what we want to do. Maybe meet with a different surgeon to get his opinion on the matter. Argh.

Finn had a really tough afternoon (Mom did too!). His tummy was very large today so they were watching him closely. They think it was because he had pear juice last night to help with his constipation but it caused major bloating and gas. When I was feeding him for his 2:00 feeding, he start just crying. Now, if you know Finn, he doesn't really cry...ever! And this cry would have just broken your heart (well, it did mine for sure!). The nurse just said to rub his tummy...um duh...I've been doing that! I held him for 3 hours straight and he was in pain the whole time. By the time Jim got there, I was in tears.

Then we gave him a bath and after that, he tooted up a storm and pooped a bit. That helped a lot. Jim and I did the bath all by ourselves with no help from the nurse (and we didn't drown him!). I was able to get him to eat a little bit at 4:30pm, but he was so tired from crying all afternoon that he just wanted to go to sleep. Poor guy!

Too much going on in one day for me. I was completely overwhelmed by the time we left. This whole "being a parent" thing is tough.

Oh yeah, go Gophers! Men's basketball is playing in the NCAA tournament tonight. From what I hear from Jim downstairs, it isn't going well. Darn it :(