Monday June 12 -- the weekend report

Allan and Griffith both had pretty good weekends. On Friday, Griffith extubated himself again. You have to give it to the kid -- for someone who is only 8 weeks old and isn't supposed to even be here yet, he does a pretty good job of letting you know what he does and does not want. This extubation didn't go well for him, though, because he still couldn't breath through his swollen nose. He has continued to pull and tug on the vent tube all weekend and you can tell that he is mightily annoyed that people keep putting it back in. (The nurses keep telling us that he seems unsettled and angry. Yes, yes, he does. It is going to be an ongoing pattern unless and until y'all decide to quit crossing him.) As my father used to say, I admire his courage but think damned little of his judgment. The swelling seems to have gone down in his nose and there is talk of extubating him and putting him back on the Cpap today or tomorrow. The docs make rounds between nine and noon and should make the decision then. As you can see from the photos, we put Griffith's new camo onesie on him (thanks, Dick, Stephanie and Bailey). I think he was hoping it would help hide him, but those ol' bad nurses keep sneaking up on him and doing rude things. The onesie is very exciting because it is for 4 to 6 pound babies. Griffith has officially moved up one weight class. Fruit fly weight?
Allan also had a good weekend, if less exciting. Mostly he just hangs out and sleeps and eats and smiles. He has put on a little weight and is 3 pounds 13 ounces. He also has a camo onesie, but doesn't get to wear it until he crosses over the 4 pound mark. Or until I decide that it is just too cute not to put it on him. Whichever. Jay is convinced that Allan is very advanced because (and I am just telling you what Jay tells me), Allan will stretch out his hand when he wants you to hold it and will pull it back when he is not so interested. Early admission to Harvard, definitely. I need to get a few more pictures of him. Nurse Jennifer is encouraging me to take picture of his "thunder thighs" to add to the photo gallery. They are pretty cute. On him. On me, not so much.
They both have tapes of Aunt Kathy and of Jay and me reading to them and they seem to respond to them. This weekend especially the nurses reported that Griffith would settle down to listen to it. I guess they decided that it was worth listening to Boom Boom, Ain't it Great to be Crazy over and over again rather than have to deal with his little bitty bad attitude.
If there isn't an afternoon update, don't get worried. I may get to the hospital at lunch and find that they have taken him off the vent. If so, then I will just stay on.