Settling in

Yesterday went very well. We are all beginning to settle in. Griffith was having a bit of a tummy ache. In order to make sure that he is getting enough minerals, etc., they put him on 4 bottles of formula a day. The rest are breast milk fortified with formula. He isn't a big fan of the pure formula and it does seem to make him a little gassy. We've been giving him Mylicon drops, though and that seems to help some. Or did until 3 o'clock this morning. We did very well sticking to his hospital schedule of 3, 6, 9, and 12 feedings. He didn't give us much choice -- when he's ready to eat, he lets you know. We had a big night last night. When Dad went to visit Allan, wE played in the swing, we sang, we danced, we did exercises. I sang every song I know and made up verses to others and created some to describe whatever we happened to be doing at the moment. I need to pull out the 4H songbook and brush up on some lyrics,though because Bottle of Wine, Fruit of the Vine is probably not an appropriate lullabye. Griff also discovered t.v., both good (Jon Stewart and Keith Olbeman) and bad (Bring It On).
Allan had a good day, too. They've taken him down on the fortifier so that he isn't getting so many extra calories and (although they claim it is unrelated) given him an exercise routine. My. Poor.Baby. The exercises aren't for weight loss -- they are for flexibility, but the timing couldn't be more perfect, following so quickly on the heels of the diet. There was an unnecessary comment made about his weight and flexibility -- he's doing fine with his arms but needs to work on the flexibility of his legs. You know he really can't move them as freely because he is so fat. All right now, people, back off of my baby. It isn't as if he is making poor nutritional choices or raiding the frig in the middle of the night. You all decided it would be a grand idea to pump him full of the baby equivalent of milk shakes eight times a day -- you can not now blame him for being husky! Anyway, he was still doing well with his lower oxygen and the regular wall cannula. Now he needs to work on bottle-feeding. He'll do it some but not all he needs and not every time. It is just easier to have someone put it in your belly than suck it out of a bottle. No parole until he's doing that.
Another big day awaits us...Dad and Griff are still snoozing after the 6 o'clock. I'll get ready to go visit Allan while they hang out here to wait for the dryer repair guy (couldn't have happened at a better time). Grandma and Grampy arrive back sometime this afternoon so there will be a bunch of loving to be had.