Zoey tipped the scales today at 2 lbs .5 oz. It's a milestone of sorts, although she could and likely will dip back below the two pound mark over the next couple days. It's the preemie version of a stock market correction.
You wouldn't think the weather would factor into our daily concerns, but it does. During the last interminable cold snap, just the act of getting into the car and driving to the hospital weighed down our ambition. Going to a hospital under the best of circumstances typically isn't a particular joy. Going to a hospital during weather conditions cold enough to crack bone marrow tends to grate on the nerves after awhile.
So, we're poised to embark on a stretch of weather that should be above the freezing point, and that enchirpens the soul, to use a word that doesn't exist, but totally should. In fact, I'm going to try to say "enchirpen" to a complete stranger during the next week, just to see if the person looks a tad more upbeat. I mean, I just said "enchirpen" quietly to myself several times, and I'm feeling pretty close to fantastic.
To reiterate, Zoey is now a two pound baby, which totally enchirpens my day.
Posted by Ryan at February 11, 2011 04:44 PM | TrackBack"Enchirpens" enchirpins my day, but not as much as two pounds. Yay!
Posted by: Joshua at February 11, 2011 05:04 PMOh,Ryan, that is such good news about Zoey. Way to go! And enjoy your heat wave. We are looking forward to a "cold front." That means the 85-90 will turn to 70.
Posted by: Janene Roessler at February 11, 2011 05:51 PMTake the good news where you can get it! Glad that she's doing well.
I may include enchirpens in my next Fictionarium update with an attribution to you, of course! It sounds like it could also be a new menu addition at Taco Bell. "I'll have an enchirpen with extra parrot squeezings!"
Posted by: Erik at February 14, 2011 12:21 AMBabies getting healthier. That's a trend I can get behind.
I have mini blueberry muffins. They enchirpen me.
Posted by: Keith at February 14, 2011 11:47 AMI'm here through Instapundit. My grandma was around a pound and a half at birth (1917) and they were going to let her die except an aunt fed her sugar water and kept her warm by the fire.
Fast forward to 1998 when she finally passed away, and had her three kids, 15 grand kids and two great grand kids attend her funeral.
I know every situation is different, and hope Zoey continues to progress.
Posted by: Brad at February 14, 2011 11:15 PMComing over with the Instalanche, I "read back" to before the births.
Life and death are with us all. They're not political, they're not academic. They're not in the software or the firmware of our lives -- they're built in.
Being unknown miles away, I can only hope that you are comforted by my ache that you be comforted; that Zoey's struggle for life is supported by my fervent desires for her success; that your wife finds ease when I clench to echo her distress. The commonness of our humanity is a natural response to your naked feelings.
In such a time of trials, you have given of yourself. May you be strengthened by receiving from others many times in return.
Posted by: cthulhu at February 15, 2011 12:22 AMMy husband was born at just two weeks later than your Zoe and finally got to leave the hospital at 2.5lbs.
This was in 1962.
His parents also worried about things like blindness and long-term health problems. He wound up wearing glasses and having some severe allergies and asthma, but he also lived to go to college, start a career and become the love of my life.
Hang in there. "2.5" is a lucky number in our house.
We always threatened to stuff Stefani's diapers with quarters because they weighed her in grams and one quarter = one gram.
Two pounds is AWESOME! Just think 2 pounds, 1 full ounce might be just around the corner!
Posted by: Stacy at February 15, 2011 08:52 AM
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