Oorgo

Griffin, things, etc.

Well Griffin came home on Thursday after a few days in the hospital. He was held partly because at first there was some difficulty continuing breathing, but that was resolved, and then because of a bit of jaundice. I personally think the NICU people are so used to dealing with critical and problem babies they over-analyze things, many of the problems he was having would have been solved by just letting him go home (regular feedings, nipple confusion, angry feedings, etc.). And then he failed the carseat test at the very end because he's stubborn and likes to hold up his head so he got tired at the end and lolled forward or something. He's doing splendid now though and really he's a piggy, he will eat as much as you can give him! So much different from Xavier, he took forever to feed and didn't eat as much.

Amber? She's doing great now that she's gotten used to the short sleep cycles, especially since she's had me here to cater to her, feed her, and take care of X-man. That may change on thursday when I go back to work, I hopefully won't come home to a crying wife, screaming child(ren) or one of them gone off to his grandmothers. You never know though, right?

Me? I'm doing ok I guess, freakin' stressed about the money situation, and upcoming doom Christmas. Buying gifts for all these people always freaks me out. If you look back to the December posts of the past years I'm probably even more messed up. At least this Christmas I get my wish: at home, and I've got a 3 year old who is very very excited about the whole thing. That makes it much more fun, really takes me back to when I was young, the excitement, anticipation, the wonderment of seeing Christmas lights, trees, reindeer, all of the stuff. NOW I just wish it would get back to winter here, we went from -20 C to +12 C within 2 or 3 days! Completely insane and in my books, depressing.

Well that's a short short summary of my past 10 (really? 10? Good lord!) days. Other things have floated through my brain, I will have to attempt to retrieve them, or fail miserably and toss them on the pile of neural refuse.