1,350 grams = 3 pounds 0 ounces
It was eleven years ago today that Christine and I were married. Many of you that read this blog were there that evening. Many others of you we have met along the way these past years. Still others we have met as a direct result of what has happened these past seven weeks. We appreciate all of your interest in Hailey and your prayers for her continued progress and your prayers for us.
Today after breakfast Christine took a long nap and I worked on "Thank You" notes. Then mid-afternoon we headed down to the hospital.
Hailey had another good day. The SiPAP machine gives her additional bursts of air in addition to its normal steady state of pressure. When she was switched to the SiPAP on Thursday she was given 40 extra bursts a minute. Friday that was dropped to 30. Today it is just 20. The room gets a little quieter with each of these changes.
This evening we went out to celebrate. We ate a late dinner at one of our favorite places, Axel's in Mendota. We were last there the day we found out we were having twins. Life has changed a lot since that day in March. Many of the hopes and dreams we started formulating that evening will never happen. For that reason we briefly considered eating somewhere else, but in the end we went to Axel's and it wasn't sad at all. Really good food has a way of making everything okay.
I know what some of you are thinking, Jeff, you are notoriously cheap, how can Axel's be one of your favorite places? Simple, gift cards. Christine's father usually gives us gift cards for Axel's at Christmas which we then use on special occasions during the year.
We returned to the hospital around ten when I managed to get in my nap for the day, which delayed our getting home until around 1am, which is why this is a back dated post.
We stopped to get the mail and there was a large package from the funeral home, which was a little freaky. What would they have to send us? It turns out they were merely forwarding something that had been sent to us by strangers who don't know our address.
The package was from a family that had seen Ryan's obituary in the paper. They had lost a son to a motorcycle accident a few years ago. There was a nice letter from the family, a poem that they had written at the time of the loss of their son, and a glass candle holder hand decorated with Ryan's name. All of this clearly made for a good cry.
