It’s not all doom and gloom in Nyanaland right now, as previous posts might have you believe. Just because Nyana hasn’t mastered this whole breathing thing doesn’t mean she hasn’t mastered growing or looking cute or being awesome. See for yourself.
She’s flirting with 5 pounds now—2,150 grams. For those of you who don’t do metric, that’s 4 pounds, 11oz. She has many outfits from many of you that actually fit her now; in fact, she has outgrown a few of the tiniest of her onesies, which really were nothing more than scrap fabric with snaps. We saved one for posterity and donated the rest to the NICU.
I just noticed a few days ago that she has eyelashes now. Funny that I didn’t notice the previous lack of eyelashes until noticing the sudden presence of them. Don and I are getting good at changing diapers and taking temperatures and soothing her while they fiddle with her. We’re even getting comfortable repositioning her and handling all her tackle.
We’re getting to know the nurses and the doctors and the RTs. I nod good morning to the girls at the front desk the same as you might say good morning to your receptionist as you enter your office every morning. I gossip and compare notes with the other moms in the parent’s lounge. I’ve settled into a comfortable routine. And I remind myself that all of this is temporary, and that we’ll be home as soon as she’s ready.