The day started with Grant, belly full of jelly, having an ultrasound to detect the alleged Bezoar. The little guy didn’t seem to mind. We did mind when 3 hours later we found out that the Bezoar roars with life (an exaggeration) within our little guy’s belly. Fifty percent of his stomach’s volume is filled by the Bezoar. So, more dynomite pedialyte until the Bezoar is dissolved. And we will subsist one day more at the hospital.
He has made his first graduation. He moved from the NICU to the transition unit where there is less monitoring. It hasn’t gone to his head, though; he continues to have a very balanced view on life, even as he drinks basically sugar water and is dressed in such drab garbs, as you will see in the attached photos. Notice also that in his third day of life, he already can hold his own pacifer, which is becoming a minor addiction; you’re all invited to the intervention.
The day ended chillin’ with our homie in his little hat, as you will see in the attached photos. Kelly and I discussed his educational future; I offered up trade school (sorry all you “go to college” advisers but plumbers make good money), while she offered starting a college fund. I traded demanding a 4.0 average from him for a 3.8 average with chicks, man. We just can’t let him have a 2.0 average, no chicks, and no education.
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