So! The blog has been a tad neglected over here–Charlie had a marathon appointment and then, LOUIE CAME HOME! That’s right–I have one newborn at home with me right now. They called on Thursday and said, “come and get him!” and that was the end of it. I showed up, they out-processed him for about one million years, and then Lou and I headed home.
So far, he’s eating us out of house and home. He eats about one million times a day I think. I definitely can’t keep up with him with the pump, so I suspect we’ll be supplementing with formula pretty soon. Well, I can keep up with him, but then August would be on formula, and I want him on just breast milk as long as he’s in the hospital, so Louie will get the supplement.
He also thinks that 11 o’clock at night is a great time to party. He’s right, of course, but I wasn’t really looking for a partying newborn. Oh well. I hope he works it out soon, but good gosh this is so much less stressful than last time.
The best part is that Louie coming home was just ONE of the good things that happened last week. The other involves Charlie and it’s of the almost-miraculous variety.
Remember back in May when Charlie’s neurosurgeon braced me for the possibility that we would be having brain surgery this summer? And I was desperate to have it moved up to before I had the twins? Well, the doctor’s office finally called me back when I was in the hospital recovering from a c-section.
So we finally got a CT Scan last week and when the doctor looked at it and the accompanying x-ray, he told us that the shunt is probably no longer where it’s supposed to be. This should mean brain surgery, BUT he is showing no signs of hydrocephalus. So, we go back for another CT in six months and if that one is the same, we will be dismissed from neurosurgery.
A long time ago I asked what the chances were that a person could outgrow the need for a shunt. The doctor’s answer was “Almost never.” And here we are–close to that very thing. I’m not counting my chickens before they’re hatched, but a summer with no brain surgery is a good summer indeed.
It’s been one helluva week.