Bryce's eyes officially opened last night! Of course, he has yet to open them by himself for Caleb or myself but G2 (that's Sharon to those who don't know) was lucky enough to get the first peak last night while we were at dinner...ok, actually she got a wink. And we're not quite convinced he wasn't winking at the hot RT,respiratory tech, who made his Cool Guy sunglasses for him last week.
On another note, I'm pretty sure Bryce's night nurse last night, Tiare, thinks I'm either crazy or stalking her. You see, we can see Bryce's window from our window at the Ronald McDonald house. Of course, we don't leave until sometime after at least 10 p.m. and we're back first thing every morning. So, you'd think we could chill out a little at least for that time.
But no - or certainly I cannot.
Which is why when I was up pumping at 4 a.m. and gazed across the parking lots to Bryce's windows fully aglow I had to immediately call to check in. Poor Tiare actually had her hands in his isolette when they came to find her with the phone but she was so sweet and understanding. She assured me that he was doing well and continuing to be weaned on his ventilator settings, which of course is music to my ears.
She also happened to mention that he had opened not one, but both of his eyes for her! This little turkey seems to really like the ladies - that or he simply finds joy in torturing us because he must know how much we are dying to get a peak into the baby blues.
Which actually brings me to another point - it's official, he has already given me gray hair. You probably think I'm kidding, or just being overly presumptuous. Not the case, I promise. I pulled the biggest, gnarliest, whitest hair out of my head this morning and trust me, this has NEVER happened before! The occasional white eyebrow hair? Sure, okay. A much lighter than the rest head hair? Once, I'll admit. But a pure white, thick as a 50 pound test line, hair from deep within the confines of all the mousy brown?
NEVER... before Bryce that is.
I also have to admit, though, that I'd gladly turn every hair on my head white, or blue, or burnt orange for that matter, if it would make my baby boy all better.
But that's a given.
On a much more serious note, neuro came by again this afternoon, talked with our neonatologist and decided to schedule Bryce's surgery for 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. This is another of those double edged swords that line the halls of the NICU because we know he needs this surgery and we're happy they think he's healthy enough for it but it's risky to move him, especially on the oscillating ventilator. That is still being worked out and I'll keep you all updated as soon as I know more.
Otherwise, it's been a pretty good day. We're continuing the NICU dance - going back on antibiotics, watching his blood pressure to see if he needs to go back on a minuscule dose of Dopamine, changing fluids and putting in a new IV.
Worst part is that he wasn't cooperating for his new IV and so ended up with it in his forehead of all places. Kirby, his nurse, says he looks like a unicorn. I'm not sure how much Bryce would appreciate this whole unicorn comparison but since we like Kirby so much we let her get away with it.
I'll be posting another update
today, as soon as I hear some more news on the surgery.