The Hangover

We got Wilson out last night to party with (be held by) Mom and he got a little tuckered out. When you combine that with his visit from Rajon Rondo, the single season record holder for steals at the University of Kentucky, Wilson had a pretty big Friday. Today his oxygen is back up around 28% (still good) as he is experiencing what we will call his first Saturday morning hangover. 

Don't worry pal, we've all been there before!

All in all, Clara and Wilson continue to do well. They had some minor setbacks today (Wilson's increased oxygen, Clara remaining on antibiotics because of a high white blood cell count) and we will have to watch a few things (make sure Wilson doesn't need a higher oxygen flow and that Clara's kidneys recover from some of the medicines), but the doctors are guardedly optimistic . . . so we will be too. The doctors and nurses have explained that we have a steep hill to climb and we won't make vertical progress every day. We just have to keep our faith that everything will work out and hope the kids continue their forward progress.

In a crazy story from today, a woman came up from the ER and rang the call button to our pod in the NICU. She said "my water broke and I'm going into labor." Judging by the explosion on her pants she was telling the truth. The secretary at the door needed to send her to a delivery room in the hospital and, since we had been there most recently, we gave "the Water Girl" directions on how to get to the labor and delivery triage. It was a little surreal. Honestly, we will at some point have to write about a few of the people we've met and stories we've accumulated while spending the last three weeks in the hospital.