Two Steps Forward...

[The following is high on narrative content]

Sigrid: Was discharged from the hospital Monday. Monday night was pretty good, especially once Kirsten figured out that she wanted her arms bound in a swaddle (Soren wanted just legs), since their flailing impaired her going to sleep. At today's first appointment with her pediatrician she was back within an ounce of her birth weight. She has been pronounced in good shape. And very impatient.

Soren: Is still not sure what to make of his sister, so he mostly ignores her. But, he really likes the two trucks she brought him when she came home (thanks for letting us appropriate your present for that purpose, Mom and Dad), so she can't be all bad. His teacher said he smiled while answering questions about her at school yesterday. And yesterday evening, he asked me if Sigrid would like a goldfishy. Perhaps later.

Kirsten: Was relieved to be home with everyone, but she was sent straight from her GI appointment yesterday back to the hospital for her digestive issues. She's quite uncomfortable--since they're making her take antibiotics on an empty stomach, in addition to the discomfort of the underlying problems--and misses being with Sigrid (and the rest of us). We're hoping that now that she's not pregnant, they can actually treat the issues to resolution.

Me: I'm a little tired since I'm managing Soren and Sigrid (including the nighttime feedings; the hospital will let Sigrid stay with Kirsten, but Kirsten's in no shape). I'm relieved Sigrid seems to be holding it together eating from a bottle and sleeping in reasonable stretches at night. I curse the baby monitor for interrupting one of my stretches by beeping loudly for a new battery at 3:30am (and requiring not just a screwdriver, but a nonstandard screwdriver, to access at the battery compartment). And I'm glad Kirsten's sister is here to pitch in a little, and prevent Kirsten from going stir crazy.