Friday, January 30, 2009

Pretty in Pink

I shared with the nurse tonight that I know that it is the week-to-week weight gain that matters the most, but it is very hard not to get caught up in the day-to-day measurements.

Siena is now maintaining her temperature independently. She is still in an isolette, but on open air mode. This means we got to dress her for the first time. She looked so cute in her pink preemie outfit. She was swimming in it b/c it is too big for her even though it is a preemie outfit. Also, the pic line came out today.
The first thing we noticed when we saw Siena today was that the night nurse put a bow that is actually tied in Siena's hair - so cute!!


Uncle Matt is visiting and held Siena for the first time.



The boys are still whooping it up in Delaware with their cousins and Dre spent the day at the hospital with Siena. While there, she met another mom who's son was born at 24 weeks on Sunday weighing 1# 10ozs. Today, he is down to 1#6ozs, which has the mom very anxious and concerned. Dre spent some time listening and encouraging like all of you who have been following our blog and praying with us everyday. Dre had been a very dedicated follower of Kenyon's blog, who is thriving over 2 1/2 years after being born 16 weeks premature. She shared some of his challenges and blessings to give the mom hope.
In addition to the time Dre spent with this Mom, she also shared her lunch from Wendy's with the woman.

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  1. The Preemie's Prayer

    Dear God, as you look down upon us,
    We know that you might have to squint.
    We're located here in the NICU:
    It's the nursery that we rent.

    There are many alarms and sirens,
    Connected to condos and flats.
    The nurses tape our booties on,
    And dress us in funny hats.

    We have a lot in common;
    All of us were in a hurry.
    For many different reasons,
    Our storks came a little early.

    Some of us don't know why,
    We bursted out from our bubbles.
    We entered into this world,
    Never meaning to cause any troubles.

    Mommy and Daddy are worried sick
    About the odds that we must beat.
    Please God, help them to realize,
    That seeing us grow is a treat.

    Breath by breath, we'll learn to breathe.
    Ounce by ounce we'll tip the scale.
    We're like a boat in the ocean,
    That knows not sink- only sail.

    For we are living miracles,
    Mommy and Daddy must simply believe,
    That you have angels watching over us;
    From the time we arrive, till the time we leave.

    Author Unknown

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