Well two weeks ago tonight we checked in for my planned induction. Since then it's been nothing short of eventful. Olivia made her appearance at long last, a little worse for wear - but here nevertheless. She's had her Norwood and did really well, and then this week she had her chest closed and it didn't go as stellar. But most importantly, she's rallying once more in a forward motion.
I cannot believe that I have not been home in two weeks, the time is really flying by yet the prospect of being here for more weeks on end has me a bit down. Every day I ask how she's doing and what sort of changes we're going to make for the day and usually about 75% of the goals are met on a daily basis. Today ended without her getting real food, which was disappointing but it's on the agenda for tomorrow as well as pulling another chest tube that hasn't been needed for drainage in a few days. My impatience for progress is starting to get the best of me, but above all else, I just want her to continue to remain stable and if we need to move at a slower pace then I'm just going to have to cool my jets.
I'm hoping that getting to hold her and actually interact on a more daily basis will be enough to quench me for a while. To be coming up on her two week birthday and say that I've only held her for a total of 40 minutes in her entire life seems pretty cruel to me. She needs to be held and I want to hold her. This could be the beginning of an issue in the future where I have a problem putting her down. Oh well, if that's the worst thing I do to her as her mother; I'm sure we'll be just fine.