First Day of School

Today is Bryce's first day back to school. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry...okay maybe just a little. 

I can't believe summer has come and gone. It's often hard to mark the passing of time with Bryce - his abilities are not vastly changed (though progress has certainly been begrudgingly made), his feet are one size bigger and his glasses new but his clothes from last year still fit. Despite the typical signs of your child growing older and bigger, time still moves as fleetingly. 

Soon we'll have to figure out where Bryce will go next year, we'll have to settle in for a fight against kindergarten and a serious look at alternatives. 

But today I'm just going to relish in the pure joy of having two amazingly loving and sweet little boys that will let me hug and kiss on them {almost} as much as I want. 

I'm going to focus on summoning the will to make the tough decisions (therapy, back to MI, kinder, Botox, posterior v. anterior walker, insurance...and the list goes on and on) over the coming weeks and months. I'm going to soak up all the little boy love I can and will Bryce's first day into an exciting, fun and friend filled success!

We have so much to be grateful for today! 

His favorite teacher was just as happy to see him as he and I were to see her. 

He was so excited he could barely bother looking at me while waving good-bye. 

I am so, so proud of how brave and confident Bryce is despite his challenges. 

And there went my heart, without even looking back...

December Already

This year has seemed to fly by even quicker than the last. I can't believe it's already December and time for Christmas preparations. It seems like just yesterday we were visiting Dr. Fasci for Bryce's first developmental assessment. But alas that was September and our 3 month follow up is this Friday.

I'm looking forward to bragging about how Bryce now can put a ball into a ball drop toy and will actually - occasionally - hand you an object. It's the little things in our house that get us giddy with pride!

The increased speech therapy has afforded us some new perspective and though "up" is still Bryce's only official word, he is making an obvious effort to sign and communicate more. I only hope he doesn't get too frustrated by how difficult it is before his communication improves.

And to further prove the lightning fast passing of time, in just two short weeks I'll be celebrating my 32nd birthday with a visit to Dell for Bryce's next round of Botox injections.

Although I'm so excited about the gross motor skills improvement we've seen since the last injections three months ago and hopeful for fine motor improvement with the higher dose to his right hand planned for this round - I still get that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when a visit to Dell's surgery center is imminent. Of course, it doesn't help that i still have awful flashbacks of holding him as they put him under last time and this time it'll just be me with Bryce. Oh the things a mother does.

March with Us...PLEASE!

**You missed it! There was a silly e-card here with my face on a cartoon walking in the March for Babies but I had to take it down for technical reasons so if you didn't get a chance to see it you'll have to keep an eye out for similar new posts...sorry!

But you can still donate or sign up to walk...

Click here to help me reach my goal!

You Gotta Be Kiddin Me

I'll admit it, I really thought I was going to escape this illness unscathed. No I mean, I really, really thought I would. Naive? Just plain dumb? Optimistic? Yeah, yeah and whatever.

It started yesterday, just as Bryce and Caleb both proved to really be on the mend. A scratchy throat, a body ache and a general feeling of apathy.

Now it's been quite awhile since I've been sick and I credit it to two things: I finally had my tonsils taken out a couple of years ago and should I feel a sickness coming on I take vitamin C like it's going out of style, drink lots of fluids, stay warm and go to bed early. It's like magic I tell ya.

Unless of course you happen to have a baby at home that doesn't sleep through the night. And is still a little grumpy and overly needy due to his still getting over the very same sickness which threatens to ruin your Valentine's Day.

Oy, Valentine's Day. Did I forget to mention we have our first romantic anything since Bryce was born (8 months ago) planned for Saturday night? Yep. Movie tickets bought. Dinner reservations made. Hotel reservations made. Grandma baby sitter booked.

And all I can think of is sleeping through the night.

Sad, I know.

Despite all of my complaining I really am looking forward to it. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let this little bug keep me down for long!

Home Sweet Home part deux

We are home and so happy to be! We've already had a welcome home, Bryce visit from Poppa too!

Bryce is like a new man today. He's still on the extra oxygen and not eating full blast but the progress is impossible to ignore.

And how nice to come home to this in my inbox...

I barely recognize the baby in the picture and can hardly believe it's Bryce on the very day we began this latest healthcare endeavor with him. Yep, that was the last time I saw my baby boy truly happy - Tuesday, a week ago tomorrow.

Thanks Sweet Mary for the sweet reminder of what we have to look forward to as Bryce continues to improve, as I know he will.

It sure was scary being back in the hospital, especially in the new way in which we don't know exactly what is wrong with him (i.e. he was born to early) and exactly what we need to do for him (keep him going until he can do it for himself).

But we had a secret weapon that I'll be forever grateful for. Thank you all for your continued prayers and support!

Good news! All tests came back clear, going to try to take Bryce off fluids and go home today! Virus turned into an infection in his lungs but all else is ok!

Preliminary Results

The preliminary results from the spinal tap show that Bryce has almost no white blood cells in his spinal fluid, this means that an infection is unlikely. This is wonderful news because that would have been about the worst thing I could imagine at this point.

The cultures will take 48 hours to grow, or hopefully not grow, anything. They took a stool, urine, blood and spinal fluid sample to rule out infection pretty much anywhere in the body.

His lungs this morning sound much more junky all over which leads the docs to think he has developed bronchiolitis from the virus he's been fighting. Apparently this is quite common at this time of the year, even in kids who don't have such poor lung tissue.

He also did eat a little last night and was awake more than all of yesterday combined. He's hacking up a lot of stuff this morning which makes him very angry and usually leads to a bit of a desat but otherwise I'm optimistic that he may be turning a corner.

We're keeping our fingers crossed.

No Answers, More Questions

Bryce's lethargy and lack of appetite today were significant and have the doctors concerned that there is possibly something more going on. They've done a series of xrays and a CT scan of his head to check for possible shunt malfunction. Fortunately that all

looked good but now there is a concern that Bryce may have meningitis.

They are planning to do a lumbar puncture in the next hour or so and start antibiotics just in case.

We should hopefully know more in the morning. I'm sorry for the lack of real information but he's

pretty much got us all stumped.

I'll be sure to post more as I know more. Thanks for thinking of us!

We're Back

We kept waiting for Bryce to start feeling better but it seemed he was only getting worse as the days mounted.

His fever began on Tuesday and hasn't yet let up. Yesterday he seemed pretty good in the morning but by late afternoon he was wheezing, coughing and satting in the low 80's. He should, and usually does sat between 95 and 100, without extra oxygen. But he's been on extra oxygen for the last two days.

He scared Dad and Abuelita while I was out yesterday afternoon by turning a little blue all over and becoming extremely lethargic. So off to the ER we went for the second time in a week.

And the same old routine there: medieval chest xray (and now Caleb can vouch for the fact that my description does not even begin to do justice to its awfulness), draw blood, put in IV, swab nose. Only this time they swabbed his nose for RSV again and Pertussis, a.k.a. whooping cough, as well. Both came back negative.

We also had to call in the special forces for the blood draw and IV poke. After one poke and several nurses examining Bryce for access the NICU nurses came down and made it look like a walk in the park. Those ladies saved us, yet again. I wonder if they ever tire of being such heros.

Speaking of the NICU, I think the ER must have been terribly ready to get rid of us and Bryce's entourage of visiting RTs and nurses from upstairs. Word travels quickly in the NICU and we didn't even make it out of the car in the ER drive before we were recognized and Bryce was shuffled away by a former nurse of his.

It was looking like we might be taking him home last night again but then Bryce had several coughing spells that resulting in a complete inability for him to breathe. His entire body turned beet red and he simply couldn't get a breath in. After one I noticed what appeared to be a rash all over his neck and up his face. It was broken blood vessels from his forceful coughing.

And that's when they decided to keep him overnight to monitor his oxygen needs. The residents on the floor they put us on found his history quite intriguing. I had hoped that would encourage them to return after their millions of questions with some clue as to what is going on. It didn't.

Bryce slept quite well after we all finally got settling in right at 2 a.m. And since then he has eaten almost nothing and despite Tylenol is still running a fever over 100. But his lungs sound clearer now than last night and he isn't wheezing constantly any more.

I suspect that we will be discharged today but will be battling this thing for many more days. Unfortunately Bryce has also mastered the pitiful look in the last couple of days so even though I haven't gotten the illness yet, I'm in a lot of pain.

I'll be sure to keep the blog updated as the day progresses and we learn more. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to sign up to walk with us on May 8 at Auditorium Shores for the March for Babies (by the March of Dimes). And thank you as well to those of you who have so generously donated - we're more than a quarter of the way to our goal of $1000 raised already!

Much as the expertise of the NICU never ceases to amaze me, your love and support of us never does either.

Your gift will support March of Dimes research and programs that help moms have full-term pregnancies and babies begin healthy lives. And it will be used to bring comfort and information to families with a baby in newborn intensive care.

Business Time

Okay, so this is something near and dear to my heart.

I'll first begin though with an update on my baby boy.

Bryce is such a strong little boy. He still has a fever but it remains at or below 100. He does have a cough that is getting worse but the doctor told us to expect this. I hate that I know he doesn't feel well. He coughs and then looks up at me with the saddest little, tired eyes. It breaks my heart, as I'm sure most of you are all too familiar with. I can only hope and pray that it will get better instead of worse as I'm seriously beginning to worry that he needs more oxygen due to this more and more frequent hacking.

All in all though I feel that Bryce is on the mend and continuning to once again prove his fierce toughness.

So to the business. A couple of things:

I tried unsuccessfully to find a link to this great story we saw on ABC news tonight. It featured Dr. Lee (the neurosurgeon who originally placed Bryce's VP shunt) doing a groundbreaking procedure to separate the two sides of a 16 month old Austin girl's brain, Aahlaya. The poor baby had "hundreds" of seizures per day. She's now home with her mom and thriving.

The doctors at Dell never cease to amaze me.

But I digress.

Which brings me to my other point.

The March of Dimes.

Do you know that before Bryce was born I literally had no idea what purpose the March of Dimes nor the Ronald McDonald house served? It's sadly true.

And now that I have first hand knowledge I am compelled to give back.

Premature birth is the #1 cause of newborn death in our country.

Though my doctors strongly suspect an infection caused Bryce's premature birth they have say nothing for sure. They insist that should I ever attempt to have another baby my pregnancy and care would be drastically different.

I believe it is imperative that we find out why premature births happen and how we can prevent them.

I have created a March of Dimes team, in honor of Bryce, that will be raising money for this cause. My goal is to raise $1,000. It is a meager goal but one I feel is only the beginning of a life long cause.

By supporting Bryce's team you can show that you care about this cause too. That you believe that although Bryce may be a preemie he is a lucky one that decades of medical breakthroughs made possible. That you want to be a part of the generation that saved millions of babies lives. That there is hope for future generations.

Bryce's team, BAM, will be walking in the March of Dimes on May 8th at Auditorium Shores here in Austin. We'd love it if you'd show your support by walking with us. And if you can't walk please donate. The money raised will support research and programs that will help moms like me have full-term pregnancies. What a thought! As well as bring comfort and much needed information to families with babies born too early.

Please, please, please help us by visiting Bryce's team website and contributing anything you can.

When we woke up early yesterday morning to go about our day Bryce seemed fine. He didn't seem sick. He didn't eat as much as usual and wasn't as happy as we're used to him being in the morning but I shrugged it off.

When Mary dropped him off to me at work yesterday afternoon he was sleeping, as usual. She noted that he hadn't eaten much and had taken only one long nap instead of his usual two short naps.

He was a little fussy when he woke up so I finished what I could, fed him a bottle and we headed home.

On our way home I called to talk it over with Caleb. That's when Caleb said he was feeling worse then yesterday morning, which was worse than the day before, which was worse than the day before. I heard, "I'm sick and contagious...blah, blah, blah."

So I told Caleb he'd have to sleep in the guest room and when I got home I fed Bryce and put him down on his play mat to play while I went about sanitizing and disinfecting every surface in our home. Next thing I knew Bryce had fallen asleep on his play mat. And I thought, that's weird, he never just falls asleep like that.

I finished disinfecting every knob, door handle, counter top, remote control, power button, appliance, faucet, bottle, nipple, pacifier and light switch in the house. I stripped all of the linens from Bryce's room and ours and set about washing them.

Then I went to pick up Bryce and put him in his crib. That's when I felt that he was burning up hot. I took his temperature and he was 101.4 under his arm.

I freaked.

I called Danielle and Lisa, two of our NICU primary nurses. Danielle said without a hesitation to take him to the ER at Dell. Lisa said call your doctor, they should have someone on call. Tiare, another of our NICU nurses, said over Lisa's shoulder to bring him in (bring because they were both working last night).


I did not want to take Bryce to the ER last night. I did not want to go back to Dell, not like that. The on call doctor for our pediatrician confirmed we should go to the ER because he could change drastically over night.

So at a little after 8 p.m. I began packing for every imaginable circumstance of ER inconvenience or germ exposure.

I packed up Bryce and an iced coffee, blankets, diapers, wipes, pacifiers, nipples, extra clothes, bottles, medical records and shot records and even a canister of Lysol antibacterial wipes. Imagine what a freak they thought I was walking into a hospital with my own disinfecting wipes. Hey, control what you can and, well try to control what you can't too - that's my mothering motto. For better or worse. Probably worse.

And so Bryce and I made the drive to Dell.

Caleb wanted so bad to go with us. I think he wanted to be there for me as much as he wanted to be there for Bryce. He knew it would be hard for me but I insisted he stay home. If he was in fact the reason Bryce had gotten sick I wasn't about to let him get another child sick too.

We checked in and due to Bryce's fever and high respiratory rate were immediately triaged and sent to a room. One disaster averted - no waiting room. I was beginning to think I might survive.

The doctor came in and looked him over. He was so sure it was RSV I was wondering why we were testing Bryce for it. But then he said due to Bryce's shunt he wanted to take extra precautions - i.e. chest x-ray, urinalysis, blood test and CBC.

Okay, I can handle this. After five months in the NICU and countless surgeries and procedures I was feeling pretty confident. Unreasonably so as I soon learned.

First we went back for the x-ray. I walked him back to the x-ray room where I was instructed to undress him to his diaper and sit him on a tiny bicycle seat that was sunken down into a hole in a small, counter-height table. Then I was to hold his arms straight up above his head so they could clamp a clear PVC tube around him.

The icing on the cake wasn't the yanking on his arms or his wiggling and whining but the honest-to-God leather strap that held his head in place.

I mean, this thing was straight out of a Hitchcock film and I was participating!

I seriously considering yanking him out of there and running. But I'm the mom now (really, how did that happen?) and I have to be strong for him. So I walked behind the wall to wait as he wailed and riled.

As soon as I could get him afterward I did. I scooped him up and calmed him down. I kissed his tears away and told him how sorry I was.

Back in the room it was time to collect urine and believe me the catheter was no picnic but he's such an amazing little trooper he made it look easy.

Finally the blood. I knew they'd want an IV and I also knew that wasn't going to happen. If I had a penny for every time a NICU nurse, and those NICU nurses can put an IV in anything, sighed with frustration about Bryce's "squiggly preemie veins," well you wouldn't be reading this because we probably wouldn't have time for blogging from our own island paradise.

The second nurse to try for a vein actually had the nerve to get mad at me because Bryce was kicking him. I'd been kicking him too if I thought I could have gotten away with it.

Three and half hours after our arrival the doctor came back and delivered the good news. The flu and RSV tests both came back negative. The urinalysis and blood tests would take a couple of days to grow anything but he doubted they would. And the CBC showed his white count was right on. So we were informed Bryce has some unknown, un-named virus and we should follow up with his pediatrician in the next 1 to 2 days.

And so we've spend the time since then quarantined to one room because Caleb has reinfected the rest of the house with his germs. Bryce has slept more than I ever thought possible but I stay firmly by his side just in case. His fever is controlled by Tylenol and although he's a little grumpy I've managed to coax a smile or two out of him too.

We'll see the pedi first thing tomorrow morning and hope that this is all behind us soon enough.

As for mom? Well, I'll make it. But not without too much worry and anxiety. I'll tame it with a little Zoloft, a little counseling and a lot of faith.

Virus but not flu or RSV. On our way home to follow up with pediatrician tomorrow.

ER

In the ER with Bryce. 102 fever and a cough. Last place we want to be. Your prayers are greatly appreciated.
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Somedays

Somedays it's so easy to get caught up in the moment, to forget where you've come from and how long the trip has taken.

And others days you can't shake it any better than anything else.

You wake up with it, from a dream that haunts you all day and into the night.

You roll over to take in a good, long look at the miracle peacefully sleeping within arms reach.

Your heart fills with the warm fuzzies that you've heard so much about but rarely truly encountered.

You'd think this would do it. Off to the day. To deal with the weather and the traffic, the suddenly never ending poopy diapers and the hurry, hurry, hurry.

But not this day.

Everything you do, you do with a nagging something in the back of your mind. A slight tugging from behind. It implores you to stop and recall, it tempts you into its wonderment. You can't help but feel it's lure.

Eventually you give in. You go to the diaper bag and finally bring yourself to reading the discharge summary. You get to the bottom of page one and are amazed at how quickly your mind heals over the harsh. By page 12, of 19, you've hit your max and have to turn away. It's still too fresh, to sore to fully deal.

But you feel an odd sense of renew, refreshment, encouragement...hope.

We've come so far. It's cost so much, more than $2.8 million at last note. Must be something spectacular in the future.

For another parent that might be Yale or perhaps an M.D. but we're quite content with smiles and kisses.

It's been hard, it still might be, but I thank God for it every single night. I do.

Rice Cereal

Monday night Bryce had rice cereal for the first time...

Try as he did to get as much of the soupy cereal in his belly most of it ended up running down his belly. But it sure was cute.

It was very difficult to get a decent picture of the event because it was just the two of us and every time I put the spoon down to try and snap a photo he'd get quite mad! He was not a fan of the whole waiting for another spoonful o' food and still much prefers to attack his bottle as if at any moment someone might forever take it away.

In the same vein, he's begun eating quite ferociously. As I've said before, ever since he came home our biggest challenge has been trying to make him eat as much as the doctors prescribe. When we were still in the NICU they were fond of saying that eventually something would just click and one day he'd suddenly begin taking in all of the food he needed.

Well, turns out the NICU was right once again. Surprise, surprise. Last week Bryce went overnight from taking an average of 16 ounces per 24 hour period to an average of 20 ounces. But on some days he can even take more than the prescribed 24 ounces. And we've discovered that this directly relates to how much sleep we all get.

Dare I dream of a full night's sleep? Indeed, I do!

Bryce Babbling

It's been a long week and we're only half way there so here's a video of Bryce babbling. He's making all kinds of new sounds every day and they never fail to amuse his silly parents.

Hopefully this will make up for my lack of posting :-)

Sorry it's sideways...

Busy Day

And Momma's beat!

We were up before the sun this morning to head out for Bryce's monthly RSV shot. No fun. Poor baby was in such a good mood, there were mirrors in the doctor's office and he was having fun looking at the baby in the mirror, playing with the crinkly paper on the bed. And then the nurse walked in and stuck him in the leg with that big bad needle. Poor Bryce went completely red in the face instantly, screaming and crying huge tears that would melt even the hardest of hearts. Fortunately for me he forgives fairly quickly. It took a couple of minutes to calm him down but he's since forgotten.

Good thing too because we had to rush home for physical therapy. That was pretty good, despite a sore baby leg. He played and cooed and bahhed at Danny, his therapist. He did not however show any interest in turning his head from his left side to look at anything Danny could conger up on his right. Therapy always wears him out and he was sound asleep before we'd left his room. Just long enough for Mommy to grab a quick bite and wash some dishes.

And before I knew it 2:30 p.m. had come around and the ECI (Early Childhood Intervention) people were here for Bryce's assessment. A nurse, case manager from Williamson County's Pride Program and speech therapist came by to determine what therapy Bryce qualifies for. They decided that he will get speech/feeding therapy once a week for awhile. A nurse will also come by twice to teach us some exercises and infant massage. They'll also be putting me in touch with a therapist to talk to about the PTSD that is the usual result of a long NICU stay. At their expense too. I'm looking forward to talking to a professional about how all of this has changed me and it can't hurt in helping me be a better mom - which is always at the top of my list.

So at the end of the day we accomplished a lot but we're exhausted. And we have another early day tomorrow. You wouldn't believe how long it takes to get me and a baby out of the house for an entire day away - add thirty degree weather and we'll be up before dawn once again.

Night, ya'll.

Hook 'Em!

Is it a match made in heaven? Bryce's 7 month birthday (lucky number 7) and UT playing for the national championship on the same day...I dare say not.

Bryce and his many visits from UT football players, in order of appearance.

Bryce (and us, too!) with Brandon Collins and Eddie Jones...here's to hoping ol' Brandon will make a career of football instead of crime, but that's a post for another day.

Bryce, us and TX kicker Justin Tucker.

Bryce in his game day gear, my oh my how he has changed! NOTICE: this is the same onesie he's wearing in the last picture, from today, it fit a little better back when this picture was taken!

Bryce, Caleb and UT linebacker Dustin Earnest.

Bryce and us with Colt McCoy and Adam Ulatoski just over a week before Bryce got to come home - what a farewell!

And today...Bryce and Daddy ready for the championship!Hook 'Em Horns!!!!!!!!

Change is a coming...

My oh my, I can't believe the time is here already. Tomorrow Bryce will be staying with Miss Mary and Lil Miss Adalyn for 4 whole hours while mommy goes to work.

This will be the first time I've left Bryce alone with anyone except his father and my mother. And neither of them has had him for more than a work day.

One might say I'm a little, okay a lot, attached. But hey, he's MY baby. I share him with no one. Except now Mary and Adalyn.

Obviously I'm confident he will be in capable hands, otherwise I never would have asked Mary for "the favor," as it is now referred to. Beginning tomorrow Mary will watch Bryce on Tuesdays and Thursdays so that I can go in to work, without distraction. Tomorrow is our test run, only four hours and only once this week.

And I've got her all set up with a new, full package of diapers and wipes, a new pre-made bottle of formula, a Boppy, a car seat base, an extra set of clothes, two bottles, our two favorite nipples, two pacifiers, a folder with all of the medically necessary information anyone could imagine, emergency contact numbers beyond reason, doctors' contact information and handmade, printed spreadsheets for tracking his bottles, sleep and diapers...oh and one precious baby boy.

I suspect poor Mary has no idea what she has signed up for, but boy will she when we show up with all of our necessities in tow tomorrow morning. I'm anxious to be committing myself to be away from Bryce so much in the coming weeks but sure we're doing the only thing really possible. At least on Wednesdays when I have to be away at work he'll be home with his daddy. It'll be good for us all.

And as a side note, we had the most unexpected treat today. I took Bryce to get some more formula and while I was sitting in the car feeding him I thought I saw a familiar face. Upon further inspection I was delighted to confirm that that face was Dr. Imm.

Dr. Imm was the neonatologist who rounded on Bryce the first two weeks of his life. I very much credit him with helping to save Bryce's life. This otherwise stranger has seen me in a more vulnerable and weak state than I care to recall, he's seen the worst of me as he was the very doctor that somberly informed us that Bryce's brain bleeds (IVH - intra-ventricular hemorrhages) had in fact worsened to a stage three and four. I, for some unknown reason, pride myself for not crying in front of people but Dr. Imm witnessed a breakdown like none other that morning. It is forever etched in my mind's eye.

Needless to say, I literally bounded out of the car, ran around to snatch Bryce out of his car seat and nearly trampled poor Dr. Imm and his family to show off how far Bryce has come. It was funny too because this must happen to them fairly often. His wife barely seemed surprised. Dr. Imm immediately recognized me pummeling toward him and lit up when he saw Bryce. I bragged on and on about how well Bryce is doing and he went on and on about how great Bryce's head looks.

I suspect that even when your job is saving babies lives, most often the sickest of the sick, you still remember having to tell a mother that her baby could be severely handicapped, neurologically delayed or wind up with Cerebral Palsy - and there is not a thing in the world you can do about it.

Thanks again, Dr. Imm for doing what you could about the things you could do something about. And thanks again, to everyone at Dell Children's hospital NICU for saving Bryce's life. We think of you all daily and hold a new found hope that we'll have to opportunity to run into you someday and show off how well our baby is doing.

Hallelujah

Oh glorious sleep, how I have missed thee. Let me count the ways:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep in a row!

That's right ladies and gentleman, for the second time in the seven weeks Bryce has been home he slept completely through the night. He had a bottle at 10:30 p.m. last night and was asleep by 11 p.m. When he awoke this morning and it was still dark outside I naturally assumed it was his regular 2 a.m. wake up. Imagine my surprise when the clock read 6 a.m.

I even asked Caleb what time his clock said because I couldn't believe it.

Now we're left to wonder whether it was the 10:30 p.m. feed (an unusual feeding time for Bryce) or the fact that none of us has slept longer than 2 hours in three days. Was he just completely exhausted or content?

Rest assured, I'll be scouring the Daily BAM report's plethora of stats and data for any clues that might help me solve this great mystery. But if you think you know something I don't please do tell!