Preschool for Clara. Shopping with Lilly. The doctor with Henry. Lunch with the girls. Home for naps. A visit from Jenn. The nurse shows up. Henry's in a glowing blue box.
How does Amy do this?
Let's skip to the really interesting part. Henry's billiruben level went up again today so the doc ordered up phototherapy. When I first heard about it I figured it'd be sort of like going to the tanning salon. Instead it sucks.
Henry's stuck in this box (really on top of a box in a fleece bag of sorts) for three to five days. We can pull him out to change his diaper or feed him, but otherwise he's stuck in the box. A nurse will come to check on him every day. (If they can find us. We got the expected "How far down this road do I need to drive?" call from today's nurse.)
With luck, this will be his "thing." Clara couldn't poop and Lilly couldn't latch. In a few days he'll be ready to rumble and we'll really be in trouble.
Especially if all this light therapy winds up giving him some crazy super powers. Drop us a line and tell us what they are. The winner gets... um... something.