Phoebe's Progress 11/18

I cannot wait until Phoebe is home. Chris and I were talking about our Christmas cards tonight and I used the phrase "all four kids." I love the sound of that. I can't wait until Phoebe's in the mix adding to the noise and chaos. But while I am so eager for the day she comes home, I don't want her to come home until she's ready. So right now, I am trying to figure out patience and she's trying to figure out growth and maturity. Sometimes I think she's doing a better job that I am! I've got my own growing and maturing to do! :-)

In the meantime though, our little preemie had another pretty good day. She had a couple bradys this morning but other than that, her day was unremarkable...and that's good. She's up to 4 lbs 1.4 oz.  I got to give her a bath and feed her a bottle this afternoon, and true to the Zambito/Richmond blood in her, she gobbled up just about every ml of that bottle. :-) While I was feeding her, I got to talk with her primary nurse, Maryann, who is actually a friend of mine from Camp Concern. How blessed we are that one of her nurses is someone who already knows our family!! Maryann visited me when I was hospitalized at 24 weeks and gave Chris a tour of the NICU. She has been a blessing to us and I know she'll continue to be.


After eating her whole bottle!

Last night, Chris went to visit Phoebe in the NICU by himself and got to give her a bottle and hold her for a while. Shortly after he got there, she was very cranky, so he took the following picture. HE is the one who added the caption.  :-)

"Oh no, not DADDY!!"

Ha ha!  You can really see in this picture where they shaved her head looking for a vein for an IV. She looks like she has a receding hairline!

In other news... :-) ...I went back to Target tonight and made up for all the money we saved while I was on bed rest and couldn't go. You know it's a bad sign when the cashier shakes her head at you and says, "I'm not saying a word" when the total comes up. Yikes! In my defense, though, I did buy several Christmas presents, in addition to some supplies we just needed. Of course, Chris may have a different take on the word "needed." :-) It was good retail therapy, though, and I am just about finished with all of the Christmas shopping.

The boys are doing well. Joshua's going to a sleepover birthday party at a friend's house tomorrow (Friday) night and he spent some of this evening picking out the perfect lightsabre to take. Andrew is being his normal goofy self. He got in some trouble today for giving me some attitude, but it was in his usual way..."Andrew: Can we watch jets on the computer? Me: Not now. Andrew: Mommy, I want to watch jets. Me: Sorry, buddy, but not now. Andrew: Mommy, I want to watch jets. 3...2...1...don't make me say 4!" Ha ha! Oh, my, that boy. David is good; he entertained his brothers after dinner by pretending to fall off his chair over and over and laughing his full head off everytime. It's so good to be back in the middle of everything with my family. And soon, Little Miss Phoebe will be here too, adding her own unique touch.