|Grandpa sharing a Thanksgiving turkey with Sam!|
|Home & happily sitting in Daddy's chair|
|He looks so tiny!|
|Just before his first high chair meal...|
|...about 60 seconds later. (Those are pureed peas, by the way.)|
Our leash to Children’s Hospital is a little longer now that Sam has undergone the Glenn (his second surgery); instead of going to a 5-hour high risk clinic every week, we now go to a normal, 2-3 hour outpatient appointment every two weeks. And to be honest, much of those 2-3 hours is spent socializing with the doctors, nurses, clinical assistants, and custodial workers that formed our hospital family for the eleven weeks that we lived there. Our most recent appointment was on Monday, and when we went up to visit the Cardiac Progressive Unit, Sam was immediately surrounded by such a large flock of hospital workers that I wondered who was taking care of the actual patients on that floor.
According to our pediatric cardiologist, Sam has now earned a degree of “fame” at Children’s Hospital, so he has several sets of eyes examining each of his echoes. And while nobody really wants his or her child to be "famous" for uniquely challenging illnesses at a children's hospital, I’m happy to report that all eyes were pretty satisfied with his echoes this time around. As of Monday, there is nothing new or “remarkable” or “impressive” to report, which is a good thing in doctor lingo. All looks the same as or better than it did two weeks ago! Most notably, Sam’s oxygen levels are rising, which means that we can start the process of weaning his oxygen a little.
Actually, the doctor’s only complaint is that Sam is slightly overweight! I am apparently overfeeding him a little. He’s fine right now, but if he continues on this growth curve, he could be on the track towards obesity—one medical issue that Sam certainly doesn’t need added to the mix. When we took Sam upstairs to say hi to his girlfriends, the nurses laughed at the notion of Sam being chubby. They said that it was a “problem” they welcomed, and one that is pretty rare for cardiac babies. I have since lovingly nicknamed him “Chunky Monkey,” “Chubby Bubby,” and “Chubs.”
Despite his multiple surgeries, Sam is luckily still hitting his development milestones. He is starting to reach for things, grasp them, and bring them to his mouth. Unfortunately, his favorite item to do this with is his nasal cannula; at least 50 times today, I looked over to find Sam looking like a happy baby vampire with the two prongs of his nasal cannula tucked under his upper lip.
Still, he's a happy little guy.