Busy Week

 Well, we made it to the new house! It was a long, complicated week but we made it.  Mimi, nurse and grandma extraordinaire, watched Reagan at the hospital while we closed on the new house and started our move last Wednesday. We were sad not to have Reagan at closing with us but she could have cared less, as you can see.  She was the star of the hospital.  All of the nurses wanted to hold her and were sad to see her get discharged Wednesday night.  Unfortunately she had to bring her new friend the NG tube home with her.  And it was baptism by fire for Mommy because she barely let Mommy get a rest in at home before she ripped out the NG tube and Mommy had to reinsert it. 

In the midst of the moving, I got to go see Grandma Cookie aka Great Grandma Corky and play with Mimi, Pa and Gammy Sheryl.  I spent the night and slept almost 12 hours, a personal record that really irks Mommy and Daddy because it was not on their watch.  While we played and ate milkshakes, Mommy took Reagan back to Dr. Wichman for a quick check and everyone was elated she was up to 10 pounds 9.6 ounces and eating bottles on her own. Thus, when Reagan ripped her tube out the next time, Mommy didn't put it back in.

At the end of the day, after Two Men and A Truck (or Six Men and Two Trucks) ripped Mommy and Daddy off by making the longest possible move and messing up walls and furniture, I got to come home to my new house.  Here is me seeing my playroom for the first time.  Every morning since then, I wake up and run out to the great room and say, "Wow! So Pretty!" Every. Single. Time. I LOVE this house.  I cried when we drove back to the rental because I thought we were going to live there again, and every time we leave the house I ask to go home.

Unfortunately we haven't been very successful in unpacking.  A return weight check for Reagan showed she had lost weight so Mommy and Daddy are pretty consumed with forcing bottles in her mouth.  They had success and got her up a few ounces so no NG tube for now but that could change.  Also, I have been toying with copying my sister and going into the hospital.  Apparently when you play with the toys of sick kids at hospitals, you can get sick too.  Since visiting sister, I have gotten a nasty case of bronchitis and am on three different meds.  Lucky for me, Dr. Wichman is super awesome and trying to keep me and my wheezing from a trip to the hospital by checking me over whenever Reagan has an appointment...for free. Who does that??!! Here is a picture of me during my breathing treatment. Don't mind Mommy's face, she's a little tired.  This was shortly before I head-butted her and gave her a fat lip.  Turns out I am adamantly against breathing treatments.

 Keep thinking those good thoughts for baby sister! We are hoping an evaluation at Children's Mercy Ready, Set, Grow clinic next week will keep her on the right track so we can get a break from the hospital and doctors' offices. I shall leave you with a picture of a midnight snuggle with my baby sister.  Yes, I still wake up for her night feedings. Someone has got to make sure she is eating!

Happy Ween

This month has been busy trying to be outside and enjoy the last bit of warm weather before winter hits.  I've been lucky enough to spend lots of time with my buddies Asha and Brandon.  We went to DeAnna Rose Farm and played. 

We went to the pumpkin patch.

We drove tractors.

 

We even fed some goats, which I thought was awesome until one looked at me with it's crazy eyes.

 

Speaking of crazy eyes, I keep waking up with my own about an hour after I go to sleep every night. Mommy and Daddy feel bad for me because I am so upset and usually cave into letting me sleep in their bed...it's getting a little crowded there.  They say this will stop when we get to the new house...we'll see!

 

For Halloween, Reagan and I wore vintage costumes because Mommy and Daddy were too cheap to spend money on new ones. Thus, we were Fox and Giraffe...again.  However, this year, I made a much better fox.  When Mommy took us to get coffee and the barista asked "What Does the Fox Say?" I didn't miss a beat and yelled "Ding, ding, ding, ding ding a ding."  Mommy was so proud!

Here I am trick-or-treating at Mimi and Pa's house...the only house I went to because Mommy and Daddy didn't think I needed the candy.  That's ok though because I help myself to the emergency M&M bribe bowl on a regular basis.

Reagan turned three months.  She was 9 pounds 14 ounces and about 22 inches.  For those of you with your growth charts handy, you'll realize this is not so awesome.  She definitely does not have my voracious appetite or my penchant for growing. 

After weeks of taking Reagan to physical therapy, doctors' appointments, lactation consultants, feeding therapy, tests and hours-long single feeding sessions complete with syringe feeding, Mommy about lost her mind.  Dr. Wichman, the best doctor in the world, admitted Reagan to the hospital yesterday.  The good news is that now that Reagan has a feeding tube, she is gaining weight.  Also good, Children's Mercy South has an abundance of great nurses and doctors as well as an extensive dinosaur collection in their playroom...dinosaurs happen to be my favorite right now.  The bad news, Mommy is going to have to put that fake medical degree to use to become a guru in tube feeding and changing so that we can bring Reagan home.  Also bad, we close on our new house and have to move and get out of our rental while Reagan is in the hospital.

 Please keep her in your prayers. I miss my baby sister!