Emesis My Nemesis

Today, we found out that Grant’s Bezoar has not shrunk and that he could not keep his milk down. He spent the morning getting reacquainted with his breakfast and lunch. As a result, he’s back on pedialyte.

The doctors informed us that had he only kept his lunch down he might have gone home. Bezoar be damned! {little fists shake toward the sky}

So the parents have at least another day at the hotel that can only be described as a one star with personality and a two star with enough wine. Ever since Liz left, this morning, I have reverted to buying clean clothing from Target so that I don’t have to suffer at a washeteria or miss any of those money shots. Watch out for photos of me in this clothing as the days pass.

On better notes, Grant spent some time awake today, obviously getting away from our tactic to sleep the Bezoar to death. Also, Grant passed his hearing test; so we know he can hear me when I tell him to make good grades and go to trade school. Grant took the day in stride and kept his spirits up by being “fussy” during a bath and ruining his going home outfit (see the first paragraph above). Best of all, we got to take off our blue gloves. Now, Grant knows the touch of his parents and how much I can tickle him as he sleeps. He sleeps a lot and I am getting bored.

On worse notes, we have gotten to know the staff and now know the rotation of nurses. We have bonded with our neighboring baby families enough to know about some of the broken homes they are taking their children home to. Also, the baby photographers don’t really get the best photos out there. In fact, we learned that these photographers can actually make a good looking child look like a little old man contemplating his next bingo game.