Thursday, November 5, 2015

Ripe Old 23

Everett's birthday is today.
I've been flipping through the journal of the year of his birth, looking for something of interest to post here.
One of the things I wrote was when he was just a couple days old and, eight weeks premature, still in the neonatal intensive care unit at the University of Alberta hospital.
When babes are so tiny — actually he wasn't that tiny at 4 lb 2 oz — breastfeeding can take more out of them energywise than it puts in, and so moms pump their milk and the babes are tube-fed so as not to burn up calories when the infants so desperately need to put on weight.
Of course, the best thing is to get the baby on the breast a.s.a.p., so you always try a bit of that before they are tube-fed.
I had written that Everett had no problem latching on, that he seemed to enjoy being held and snuggled, and that most of all he liked it when I sang to him.
I had to laugh at this, because of all the "goofy" things I do that irritate him since he was in his teens, my "singing" is perhaps the worst, in his estimation now.

Everett prepares to give out Halloween candy

6 comments:

  1. And your jackets. Yes I did get ruthless, I am a nearly-minimalist now. And snow? Jeebuzz. We get ours (usually) in late Jan or Feb but it never stops until the end of April/early May. Cold today. Your son is fiercely Viking. Or something. :)

    XO
    WWW

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  2. Happy birthday, Everett. Cool picture! Halloween is fun.
    My first grandson was a preemie.

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    1. I'll pass along your greeting. We've just been out for supper and I bought him a cheesecake, but he didn't want me to spend the usual winter-Thursday overnight at his place. "You want to celebrate my birthday so bad," he says (nicely), "then you could let me spend it by myself." He's got games on the brain, methinks. So I left him with his cheesecake and came home quite happily.

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  3. on another note, and because we're not o FB with each other (why?), I can't get into windows 10 right now and I can read but not access my blog. I am seriously thinking of paper-letter-writng. And I'm glad you and your son came to a mutually-satisfying method of celebrating his birtday

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