I used to be cool

In news that was hard for me to believe, MTV turned 30 years old last week. Well, MTV has been around for three decades and I don't feel so good myself. Just like MTV, I used to be cool. As Wilson and Clara progress, the reality of motherhood is setting in. My sporty Volvo was replaced by a wood-panelled family institution on wheels. Instead of staying up until four o'clock in the morning, I'm getting up at four o'clock . . . to pump. Rather than enjoy drinks with old friends, I'm providing drinks for new friends. The fast and free pin-up days of my youth are long gone, replaced instead by a slow and scheduled motherly glow. The first picture of me was taken a mere five years ago and the second picture was taken this weekend. What a difference a few years make!

Chris circa 2006

Chris circa last weekend

Other than the realization things are changing fast, not too much to report. Clara's progress from the weekend slowed today and she required more pressure and slightly more oxygen to breath comfortably. She is currently using about 2 liters of pressure at 30% oxygen. Her hemoglobin count was low this morning and that could explain why she is once again using more energy to breathe. However, with a possible MRSA infection, the doctors are hesitant to give her a blood transfusion because of the risk of infection. Hopefully Clara can produce more hemoglobin on her own and keep getting better.

Wilson is still doing great but decided to follow Clara's lead and register a low hemoglobin count today. The docs aren't as worried about Wilson and are also going to see if he can increase his hemoglobin without any assistance. The good news is both kids continue to gain weight and increase the amount of food they receive. We want this trend to continue so they will grow, get stronger, and hopefully come home by their due date (September 22nd). Maybe by then someone from LG&E will restore the electricity to our neighborhood so the kids don't have to do everything by candlelight too. (Just kidding about the candlelight, we're at someone else's house . . . not kidding about still having no power. Oh yeah, forgot to mention the station wagon is just a loaner until we get something to replace the car we wrecked. I may no longer be cool, but the Griswold Family Truckster will be gone shortly).