Quarantined

Late last night Mimi (yes, as of now that is her official grandma name) came down with the stomach flu. We were both in contact with her yesterday afternoon/evening so we called the doctors to see if we should see Clara and Wilson today. In an abundance of caution, we were told to stay away for 24 hours. Today was first time in 85 days we haven't made at least one trip to the hospital . . . and it drove us crazy. To avoid having the nurses think we were being completely neurotic, we coordinated different times to call and check on the kids. Neither of us feels sick and Mimi now thinks she might have had food poisoning, so odds are good we'll be back at the hospital first thing in the morning.

Unfortunately we don't have as much news to report because all of our information is second-hand. Wilson has not recorded any bradys today and gained a little bit of weight. Clara also gained weight which is good because they are more aggressively tyring to ween her from her feeding tube. She had some fluctuations in her oxygen but that could because she was trying to feed more from a bottle. We'll learn more when we're back at the hospital and should be able to give a better update on her lungs and new breathing treatments tomorrow night. As for us, we used our first day outside of the hospital to catch up on various work projects and Chris just finished the curtains she has been working on for the nursery. Nothing too exciting, but as we've learned over the last three months, sometimes no news really is good news.

Don't worry Clara, we'll be back tomorrow.



We're hoping to have the nursery finished before
their first birthday