Monday, September 15, 2008

There’s a first time for everything…

Note to self: When the nurse puts a suppository in the baby and then says “Do you want to hold her?” Respond with “um…yes, but maybe we can wait a little while.” Let’s just say suppository + kangaroo care = Big mess…all over daddy.
I don’t mean to spend so much time talking about digestive processes, but as I said a couple of days ago, they’re important. Emma Jane and Parker both tolerated their feeds but haven’t “finished the process” since then. They had their food held up until they could … well… poop. By the time we had left it had worked for Emma Jane, once again with spectacular results. I had originally been intending to entitle this entry something about Emma Jane being a kilo today…but she’s probably not anymore.
(Pictured above mom, dad, and Parker...we're tired. I started this great idea of getting to work extra early every morning to get more done and get out earlier and get to the hospital earlier...makes for a tired Broge...we'll see how long this lasts)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I look forward to reading your posts each day. You guys are amazing in your strength and faith. Your girls continue to get more beautiful with each picture you post.

Uncle Jim and Aunt Nancy said...

You've learned a new parenting axiom. Your definition of "gross" changes when you become a parent. Things that you couldn't even think about before can become routine. That won't be the last time that you get "dirty" from your girls. Enjoy!!

lizking100 said...

The official medical term for that is "code brown".

Mary Jane and Jason said...

I believe the phrase I used yesterday was "clean up on isle dad"

mrweaverphysics said...

D'oh, did you have your modesty cloak on?

alright that one may not have been a winner, so lets try this one.

Perhaps you shouldn't have said you have had it up to "here" with you girls not pooping...

Love and hot showers
Weaver