We are still in St. Louis.
Miss Ollie needs to poop.
She is eating well.
Her bilirubin count is high.
She is on a lighted pad.
It looks like a turquoise sleeper
but it is attached to the lit pad.
She is zipped in tight and warm.
They tell us a bowel movement
is how the toxins move out.
My kids just went home and laid
in a sunspot...but that isn't how this works.
This may be in part that she has a different blood type than her mommy.
Anyway, we are praying for poop.
She is fat and lazy and has stolen out hearts!
The stay is not bad.
The first night I had my own room sinceStu went home to take care of cattle.
Ruby and I didn't go to our rooms until almost 1:30.
We had rooms on different floors.
I told the kids I felt like I could relate
to how Jennifer Aniston feels.
I said not in a beautiful movie star way,
but in a lonely, all by myself way.
Jade's mom (Ruby) said she felt like a widow
when she went to her room alone.
It was quite the joke.
I do not have the illusion of great body,
fame, or beauty.
I defended myself saying she came to my mind
and I don't know why.
They have hooted and teased.
Darn kids. They are relentless.
Sheesh ... I shouldn't talk.
I started calling Ruby, Courtney (as in Cox).
I say embrace the ridicule.
Ruby and I shared a room the next night.
It was like a slumber party.
I am thrilled that we are such great friends.
Her stupidity matches mine any day.
She is the straight man, then I am.
We enjoy each other.
Yesterday Ruby went home
to help with the other kids.
Last night Stu came to stay.
He went back home at noon. Cattle need to eat.
Tonight I am on a cot in the kids' room.
I don't think they are planning a slumber party.
However, this is where the daytime/nighttime underwear has paid off in spades.
I have plenty by just turning them all into daytime.
So suck it naysayers.
Please pray for a big ol' dirty diaper or two.
We want to bring her home,
we want to sit and hold her.
This sitting and looking at her
in a bed feels like torture.
And as great she looks in the turquoise bili blanket
Grandma is ready to break out some pink!
I miss my other Littles and their Pa.
I want a overloaded diaper and I don't think
I have ever wanted that or prayed for that.
Never say never! Bring on the poo!
the next morning.