So, she's going to have surgery.
I'm really nervous for her. She's so little. But I'm so glad that we are finally, finally doing something to help her progress. She started out kicking so much ass, and things have just stayed status quo for a few weeks now. You can tell it is work for her to breathe. They say it will be a terrible few days, and then it will be better for her. I think about them cutting her to get at her tiny little heart and...ugh. It just has to be OK, ya know?
I don't mean to sell her short. Ainsley is really an impressive tiny human. She's nearly doubled her birth weight. They've increased her feeds several times, and she tolerates them all perfectly. She is so NOMable, it's borderline insanity.
She's gone from this:
|2 pounds, 3 ounces.|
That's Mark's hand.
Her future's so bright, she's gotta wear shades.
|Must stretch, in preparation of hefting around those adorable chins.|
|No, mom! This is my bad side!|
|Stop trying to put that giant ass paci in my mouth.|
I'm looking at you, Nurse.
|Oh, you know. Just chillin before my surgery tomorrow.|
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