Cover yourself, for cryin' out loud.

Even though the NICU has 4 lactation rooms, the nice thing about Alexis having a private room is that I don’t have to use the lactation rooms. Instead, I shut the door, turn the recliner around to face away from the door and out our 3rd floor window, and pump away. It seemed like a foolproof plan until today when I was facing out the window, pumping up the party, and all of a sudden, there was a window washer staring right in at me while I sat a couple feet in front of him pumping away. Lovely.

When I left the NICU last night at 1 a.m., Alexis had stopped throwing up. She was puke-free all day today, a bit more alert, enjoyed her visits with Daddy and Aunt Paula, and was doing fine. I spoke to the neonatologist who said we would just keep her at the same amount of feedings all weekend (18mL per hour plus 2-20mL bottle feedings) and hopefully if all goes well, we’ll start trying bolus feedings on Monday. The neonatologist also discontinued her nasal canula and her oxygen levels remain good. And her IV is out. Yeah!

Tonight, about the same time that she started vomiting last night, she starting puking again. She’s had about 3 good up-chucks (how many different words can we come up with that mean “vomit”?) and fell sound asleep. Exactly like last night. Same time, same amount, same cause? Both nights the nurses checked the residual in her stomach and there was lots of air in there which may have been the problem. I have to remind myself that even with all the spit up, she still has had a lot less than either boy ever had. Nicholas spit-up for the first 8 months of his life, every single feeding. Blake—same thing but for his first 11 months. Compared to them, Alexis has had next to nothing.

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