Day 33

That good news is such a relief. I was really worried that in the midst of all this mess. I was sure I'd end up being low on iron and have a thyroid problem. While it still leaves the panic attacks unanswered (the thyroid might have been relate to them), it's reassuring that my thyroid's not "going". (Like it's a carburator or something... haha) My dad's sister has had her thryoid removed, and she told me it "gave out" when she was pregnant with her 2nd child - at the age of 22. (OH MY GOODNESS!) So it had me pretty freaked out when I looked at some of the "symptoms" of thyroid issues. It's amazing how when you're worried you can "see" your symptoms so much more. Skin and hair changes - fatigue - depression - anxiety - trouble remembering things. Ok - who, when they're stressed, doesn't see some of these things!

"Hi, my name is Susie; and I'm a hypochondriac!"

Oceana's hanging on my shoulders and has a full-o-stink diaper. I'll be right back.
All better.

Joshua's sitting up in one of his chairs this morning. As Matt put it, "Buddy, you wanna watch the world go by?" On that note, we've realized that either Joshua's blind (but can see light) or he doesn't have the reaction to blink when things are moving close to his face. If we wave our hands in his face - where a normal person would blink uncontrollably - he isn't even slightly phased.

My dad is back from Samoa this morning. It was nerve-wracking having him gone for over a week with Joshua in his present condition. Especially when he had the infection. But he's back and Joshua's doing great.


Beautiful little hands. Looooong fingers. See all those "rolls"? My boy needs to gain some more weight and fill those out!
Long skinny feet too.

Hanging out in his bassinet. Those are preemie-sized pants. Wow, he's still so teeny.