December 17th, 2007. The date I spent three quarters of the year waiting for. My official due date. I cannot tell you how happy I am that I didn’t have to wait this long to hold my little man. Instead, he is now 11 days old and still doing great. He’s still on the BiliBlanket, though.

That means every day for the past week he’s had to go back to the hospital to have blood drawn and get a weight and color check.

Needless to say, I’ve visited that hospital half a dozen more times that I ever wanted to. Oh, and I still get to return on Tuesday! The joy.

It should be the last time. His level is down to 15, but my anal careful midwife likes the levels to be under 14. So I have to keep him on the Blanket until Tuesday.

I really, really hate the Blanket. The cord could be a little longer. Whoever made it was not a parent. It reaches a couple of feet at the most. Do they know how hard it is to hold a baby with a cord acting like a leash?

Obviously a man designed it.

If that wasn’t frustrating enough, my daughter has caught some sort of stomach bug. She came home from her grandma’s on Sunday vomiting. She got sick a couple more times that night, but so far today she hasn’t (knock on wood). Though she has been complaining about her tummy hurting all day. I don’t know if she’s still sick or if her poor belly is just empty from last night. I can’t get her to eat anything today, but I’ve been putting Pedialyte into her sippy cup. Hopefully she feels better tomorrow. Poor little girl is hardly ever sick and she doesn’t handle it well when she is.