In the groove

We have been home for just over two months now and have gotten our feet under us to the point that both of us are scared that we are getting too comfortable and will slip up because the procedures have become second nature.

We attach and detach her pumps so often that we sometimes forget the gravity of what we are doing and what a tiny slip up could mean for Ellie's health. If you do something twice a day, every day, you are bound to have good days and bad days. We individually were afraid that the bad day may mean a serious slip and when I brought it up this morning, Abby told me that she had the same fear.

This leads us to have moments of anxiety at strange times. For example last might at 2 AM I was absolutley sure that we had forgotten to hook Ellie up to one of her pumps. I had the monitor right next to my head and could hear the pumps going but for some reason knew that I had forgotten something and that the pump was sitting next to us on the floor. I woke Abby up, she knew that I was dreaming and ignored me. I woke her up again and she ignored me. Finally at 3AM she woke up enough to tell me to stop worrying and everything was the way it should be.

It was, I was just being a bit whacko.

It is good to have a co-pilot.

Ellie was up at 5:30 (after sleeping 10 hours straight) this morning and quietly standing in her crib and exploring when Abby went in to check on her.

Standing in her crib. Not crying or looking for us, just having a look around at the world.

We got her up before she could hatch an escape plan and spent the morning in bed:
We hung out until her pumps beeped at 7:30 and we started the rest of our day. She loves watching the Today show with us, and even likes an early morning go-round of SportsCenter...