Sleeping & Growing

I spent the day working on those lbs.

A Good Day

I impressed Dr. Crow today. I'm not the yellow man I used to be. I gained weight despite my hospital visits. I've got good poop (sparing you the gross details that my mom would gladly describe if you asked her). Dr. Crow cut back my TPN from 16 hrs/day to 14 hrs/day and he decreased the volume that I am getting too. He increased my bottles to 50ml each. More food, less IV liquid stuff (definition for TPN for my non-medical fans out there). I have always liked Dr. Crow. He and I will go fishing one day. Rock on Dr. Crow.

I also stopped by the old NICU stomping grounds today while at Children's. I waved, shook hands, and kissed lots of nurses. Good news that Michael was released from NICU jail on July 3rd. Micheal was my short gut neighbor back in room 9. For those of you that thought that I was in the NICU a long time, this kid was there a month before me and a little over a month after I left. Run Mikey, and don't turn back !

Picture Note: this is an old NICU picture....but fitting for the occasion.

Hanging Out

Hey There!
Been doing what all good babies should be doing in the summer. Sitting on the porch swing that Dad put on the front porch. Chillin' in front of the tv. Drinking the full amount of my bottles. I noticed that there are fun things to look at on my swing. Cooing, gooing, and babbling to Grandma Lyla. Tuesday was an especially great day....Mom says that its worth blogging about because my cranky days far out number my good ones. I hope that you are enjoying your summer too!

Haircuts by Kristin

I hope Kristin didn't think that I would leave her out of my blog. Kristin was the third primary nurse that jumped on board at the end of my NICU adventure. She is a night owl and was with me from 7pm-7am. Most nights, I slept through the night, but there were those few times that I stirred up the action for her. Case in point here....my haircut. In the NICU, when nurses cannot find a vein on a fat baby bodypart, they shave your hair away and take blood from a vein in your head. Kristin felt very bad for doing this and I thought I'd give her a hard time about it now. So, Kristin....love you dearly....but don't quit your nursing job. You make a horrible stylist.

Textbook Definition

My mother, who is a teacher, would tell you that being able to recite a textbook definition won't impress her. She would rather you understand the definition and relate it to the subject at hand. Let's talk medicine....
How many of you are a textbook case? How many of you are the photocopy of the person in the next room? It took 13 days for the resident on the 7th floor to actually admit that I am not a textbook definition. DUH. I am Timmy. I am unique, with special qualities that make me...me. I will frustrate you, amaze you, shock you, and melt your heart. Advice to doctors...stop trying to look me up in a book. Take your medicial book and apply it....because I will keep you on your toes.

Sucking Snot

Snot sucks.

It landed me in the hospital again. I am congested and deflated a portion of my left lung. I hate snot. My mother hates snot. This concludes my blog post for today.

Bah humbug.

She Caught Me

Mom caught me actually sleeping in my crib. This is not something that I will often agree to do. We haven't slept much lately....which explains the lack of blogging.