Things are going great. Hayes is up walking and talking. He made us some breakfast, a crawfish and creme freche soufle. It was a slightly overcooked. We even went out in the backyard and threw a football around a bit.
Then I woke up from the two hours of sleep I was experiencing. Things had changed. Hayes is still demanding satisfaction when it comes to breast feeding and just about everything else involving him. The experts say to expect 2 bowel movements on day two and three on three. He had three in the first hour of today. Yesterday, 8. Our over-acheiving son!
We’re slated to leave here Thursday morning. Things are going well. Both Jen and Hayes’ cultures for bacteria came back negative, so they both had the IV pick lines withdrawn. This is good for Jen. Even better for Hayes. Until they took out the pick, Hayes was wearing a hockey goalie type flipper to protect his line. As a result, he was getting pretty good at blocking anything that came near him, like, say, boob, with it. Now that it’s gone, it’s much easier to position his hands.
Hayes got the snip today. Which went well. I’ll have to see how to change the dressing on there soon as our poop machine needs a little maitenance.
gg & Grandpa Gormley says:
January 25th, 2005 at 8:06 pm
Well Hayes, some day you’ll hear a song about the MTA and a guy named Charlie. But you and I will know it was really about your Grandpa G.
Really, this is a bedtime story for your mom and dad to read you. It’s guarenteed to put you to sleep.
gg (what your Grandma Gormley thinks you’ll call her) and I left our car at your hospital. When we came up on Saturday morning to wait your arrival we knew there wouldn’t be any parking on the streets of Boston….as a blizzard was predicted. So, on Monday, while trying to get across snowbound Boston so I could get our car and then drive over and get gg (at Auntie Heather’s appt. on Marlborough St.) - I said I’ll just take the “T”. (Cab companies weren’t even answering the phones!) Never having done this “T” thing before I ventured out into the great unknown - walking to the vicinity of the John Hankock building. The plan was to take the “T” down Huntington St. to the hospital. Decided to ask one of Boston’s finest just where I’d find this “T”/Huntington/Trolly to Harvard & the Hospital area. No problem he said; just walk over the the big T sign abou a block away (turned out to be “South Station”, right near your new home), ride the Orange line, then the Red line, and it’ll take you right there. I verified with the token seller that this would get me to Harvard medical area. Well the Orange ran about 15 minutes late (they announced that) (as did the Red/Green etc. due to snow). Well, Grandpa - for his first ride ever on the “T” got on the Orange, then switched to the Red line - then looked out as the subway went above ground. I’d driven down Huntington St. many times when we’d visit Auntie Heather. But, instead of familiar scenes, I see the “River” - yep, the Charles. I check out of this train next stop (MIT). Convinced that the helpfull directions I’d gotten so far were not, I got more specific directions to backtrack on the “Red”, get off at Park, go down under, come on up, look for the “E” “Trolly” (there were lots of trollys so a long wait for that “E” one. We’ll this looked encouraging since the map for the “E” had a Brigham Circle stop. Finally, got on the trolly going down Huntington. Oops, did I tell you there was a big blizzard the day you were born? The trolly stopped about 1/2 way and they announced they were going to just go backwards to Boston. However, the MTA was obliging - they announced the riders could just take any bus that came along, for free. So, rode the next bus, got off at Brigham Circle and called your Dad. You were still busy learning what breasts are really for… and I was trying to retrieve a car to get gg - but by now traffic and snow and your schedule weren’t working out for a visit. So. Just wanted to let you know about the two hour ride to see you — even though gg and I had just seen you on your first day here. We’ll be coming up a lot to see you and watch you grow. And I’ll remind you of the time that Grandpa Gormley become Charlie on the MTA. And remember, everyone in Boston thinks there’s only one Harvard, and it’s not the Medical school.
Love G.Gormley