Busy Days, Hungry Nights...

Day 24:

This morning started with a mad dash out the door to make your 2nd Pediatric appointment this week. The good news is, you're now weighing in a whopping 4 lb. 7.4 oz.! The bad news is, we had a 9:15am appointment and walked into a busy waiting area full of sick children. It's the last thing I wanted to expose you to, especially while we're waiting to hear about whether or not you're going to "qualify" for the RSV shot. So to unfortunately expose you to that, even for only a few minutes, made me want to suck all the polluted air from the room and blow it out the window. I'm no Superhero, Conor. Not like you. Not like Conor the Lion Heart. But since it's been my privilege to know you I feel like one. I feel as though I could take on anything just to keep you safe. I'd like to think this is a sentiment all parents feel for their young ones, though I know that's not the case. Some people just can't be heroes, Conor.

Dr Banta is very pleased with your progress; even after only knowing you two days. She seems to be an excellent Doctor, Conor. I like her and really enjoy her quirkiness and end energy. However, it's clear she relies upon less than competent office staff - no doubt to compensate for her practice's high overhead in Fairfax Corner. Mommy and me had to have a little "what for" with one gal in particular over some orders that got screwed up for blood-work. The young lady was dressed poorly and dismissive when in the office, and showed horrible telephone mannerisms and a presumptive "know it all" nature when on the phone. I discussed this with Dr Banta as well, though I'm afraid it makes no difference. But I digress...

As for you, Conor An Chroí Lion, you continue to seize every opportunity to grow. Your weight is going up and, as mentioned last night, you're growing before my eyes. A preemie outfit Mommy put you in on Monday saw you swimming in it so she took it off and set it aside. Today, when you stretched (you stretch a LOT, Conor) you almost popped a button! It's fascinating. Truly.

I love you, Conor. And I can't wait for tomorrow...
-Dad