Ainsley is 99 days old today.
Or, day of life 99 as they say at the beginning of rounds. Which I miss nearly every day now that I'm back at work. But it's OK because I still have enough functional brain cells that I can manage to count to 100. After tomorrow, I'm not making any promises.
|Has so many problems, I wouldn't be surprised if a bitch was one.|
"You assholes want to do surgery on WHAT?"
|Somebody fetch me Dr. Derek Shepherd!|
And another diaper as I am totally ripe right about now!
(I think you should know that when I'm saying whore in my mind right now, it sounds like Pauly from the Sopranos - Who-ore.)
(Why am I on a parentheses spree right now? Is it annoying? I bet it is.)
I did talk with the neonatologist and he thinks that this is the big issue that is causing all the little issues she's been dealing with. And apparently it can cause respiratory issues. I don't understand how and that's part of what I need to address with the NEURO! SURGEON!
Hey guess what! I have a two year old and I took her to the playground. Which pretty much proves that I'm a great mom. If that doesn't clinch it, I think the fact that I made an effort to cover her ankles with socks because she just grew out of ALL OF HER FREAKING PANTS IN ONE WEEK does clinch it. I like my toddler to be warm when I'm letting her climb up and go down the slide labeled ages 5-12.
|Nostradamus Knepper: The Flood Is Coming!|
Invest in socks!
|Making random conversation with this guy.|
She freaking loved him.
I can't wait to have both of my girls at home. Already a quarter of Ainsley's first year is gone. We've got catching up to do.