Pounds that is. Yep, my little one pound nine ounce baby girl is an eight pounder. 8 pounds 5 ounces to be exact. She’s taping at 20.5 inches although she gets weighed every night, she only gets measured Sunday nights so she may be longer than that as I type this. But yeah 8 pounds. She’s a porker, a butterball, wider than she is tall. She has more chins than a Chinese phone book. You know cause a lot of Chinese are skinny and are nam… eh, …no, nothing. Is this thing on? Man, that joke killed in Peoria.
Anyway, here is the latest picture of Fatty McFatterton. Not me you rubes, the kid.
Length isn’t what we’re after. Apparently neither is weight. We really got fixated on what we thought was the big number, her weight. It’s important no doubt, but her weight, or lack there of, was not keeping her in the NICU.
The day they were born I got to the delivery prep room just in time for the Chief Resident to tell me they were coming. My first response was, “hey bro, they can’t come today. The last ultra-sound estimated them to be a pound and a half give or take. This can’t be good.” His reply was quick and unfaltering, “it’s not the weight, it’s lung development. You’d be surprised at how little a baby can weigh and survive if their lungs are developed.” Guy was sharp. He was dealing with all this while his own wife was set to deliver their first child not a day or two later. Unfortunately for us he hit that nail right on the head. They were both 1 pound 12 ounces at birth, but Anne Marie had lungs and Linda Claire didn’t. As sad as it all is, it’s not much more complicated than that.
Anne Marie was 12 inches long the day she was born. She looked tiny because she was tiny. So naturally we wanted her to gain weight, get bigger. Heavier meant healthier in our minds. To some extent that was and is true but there is this small matter of breathing.
She breathes fine and has been off the oxygen for a few weeks now, maybe a month. Can’t clearly remember back that far. But when she is breathing, she’s the best breather we know. The problem is she doesn’t always remember to do it; breathe that is. When she stops breathing her heart rate slows to a crawl. This can be problematic. When it happens you have to get her attention. The best method is to pat her on the chest. Once you do that she starts to breathe again and the heart rate goes back up and all is well. Seems crazy at first, but like anything you settle into your new normal.
So now the big discussion is not her weight, but her breathing. We may be bringing her home this week with a heart rate monitor and bidding farewell to sleep for a few months. The other possibility is she stays “in” for another week to see if she outgrows this as the heart rate drops are down to one or two a day as compared to 14 a day not too long ago.
She will outgrow it eventually, I however would prefer her to stay another month if it means coming home with no equipment. Everyone involved has run a good race, Anne Marie included and we’re dying to have her home and Frank talks about her every day. But now is the time to finish strong and break the tape in good form, not sprint to the finish and stumble across the line.
I’m going to get belted for this next shot, but I happen to think this is a beautiful picture of Tracy. Plus the kid looks like she’s reading. I guess we’ll need another bean bag chair.
I agree, great pic of Tracy. Anne Marie looks pretty darn awesome too! Get ready dude, if you think she is styling now?? Remember the last time we all could buy cute little pink outfits was 13 yrs ago in September when Meaghan “the pink bow” hit the scene. I changed Meaghan 3 times on her 1st Christmas to get through all the “ensembles”!
Yeah man I’m bracing myself. How weird will that be, me taking her to the girls section to buy clothes? My only revenge will be when she’s old enough to be embarrassed by me taking her to buy clothes but not old enough to take herself.
That is a beautiful picture of Tracy and AM! I would have it framed for her room!
That’s a great idea Sarah. I better get on that.
Aw. Your posts about Anne Marie always get to me. I love the pic of Anne Marie in her mom’s arms. I hope her breathing sorts itself out soon.
Thanks Ellie. This appears to be the last hurdle. Apparently with premies there may never be a last hurdle, but we’re hoping.
Love the pictures especially the one of Tracy as she looks so happy. Thanks for the update. We will keep praying.
Thanks Zona, or should I say t-shit give-a-way #4 winner. 🙂 Yes please do keep praying. We are not out of the woods yet.
Thanks for the update. I think about your amazing daughter all the time. She is such a fighter, She is beautiful and I’m glad she will finally be coming home in the near future.God Bless.