Short Stack

I know, I'm such a slacker, I struggle. But, here he is. ET arrived on Monday, April 6th at 1:38 PM. He weighed 4 lb. 13 oz. and measured 19 inches long. Yes, an important date in the eyes of the saints. He is perfectly healthy and we only stayed in the hospital 2 nights. I am absolutely terrified to have a baby this small in my care. I am pretty sure that he has almost died at least 3 times. He sleeps all. the. time., literally. He looks a lot like his big brother, but acts a lot different (likes a binkie, wants to be held, nurses better). I have lots of photos to post, but I will create a make-up post when my internet starts working again.

These were all taken last week, his face is filling out a little more now.

I'm Not a Betting Gal, But.......

I was going to post something flowery and uplifting today, you know, to make up for my ranting last post. But, then I re-injured my tailbone. I cannot get rid of this black cloud that seems to follow me around. It affects people who are around me too, so don't get too close. For instance, "W" fell off a recliner the other night and landed right on his face. I am certain that if he had a bone in his nose it would have been broken, luckily it's just cartilage still. (BTW, I really do watch him, he's just very active and faster than me.) PBTB's wrist is broken for the 5th time, but he will be having surgery soon, he wanted to wait to hold ET without a cast. Yes, I know, he's a freak. Pain is becoming a way of life at our house.

You may not hear from me again until after ET is born, so I'll try not to be too depressing. My Dr. appointment showed pretty much no change, no belly growth or shrinkage, same weight, same dilation, same effacement (I made those words up). The NST was fine, obviously or I wouldn't be home right now. Only 3 days left! I find myself obsessing over how much he will weigh. I guess it's the only thing about this whole ordeal that makes any sense to me. Something concrete to focus on.
My Prediction
Monday will come, ET will be born without complication, he will be bigger than our expectations and healthy as can be, my cold will be gone, my tailbone will be healed, the sun will be shining (NO MORE SNOW!), PBTB will have surgery, and we'll all live happily ever after without ever having to visit another hospital or doctor our entire lives. It's only fair, if you think about it. We've gone enough the last year to last a lifetime. Anybody willing to place any bets?