Updates to the Tornado that is me!

Hello again - Patrick Linn here reporting live from location unknown:

The past week or so has absolutely flown by.  Since leaving the hospital everything has been up in the air, washing machine, dish washer, or living room.  Let's start at the beginning, and work from there.  Once I came home last Tuesday, May 11, Mom and Dad did there best to try and come to some sort of routine.  We started out up in the bed room to sleep, but due to the stairs, no refrigeration for food, and a number of other reasons, we all agreed it would be best to move into the Living room.  So now, despite having a three level single family home we all live in about 100 sq/feet.  Mom and Dad sleep on the sofa and I am in the bassinet behind the couch.  This allows them to get to me quickly, and stay off the levels of the home.



On Thursday something changed in my little insides and it started really hurting me to eat. At each meal I started getting fussier, and we're not talking about a little crying.  This was inconsolable, ballistic screaming for an hour or more.  Yeah, it was that fun for me too! 

This pattern continued up to the weekend, and by Saturday morning we were back to my favorite place, the Emergency Room of Fairfax Hospital.  We started some reflux medicine then, but that still didn't help and by Sunday I was re-admitted to the Hospital.  While this isn't the ideal situation, it did give me the chance to round out a season of perfection, and the Linn Clan has now stayed on every floor of the Women and Children Center.  Sunday night Dad stayed with me, and we got to know each other a little bit.  As the reflux meds started to kick in, I started feeling much better and have begun putting on the much needed weight. 


Mom and I on the sofa



I also got another chance to have another bracelet to start competing with Mom and Dad's already swelling collection

So far I am up about 50 grams (or 1.75 ounces) from yesterday with a marked improvement on the quantity and quality of my eating.  The doctors have now cleared me for take-off and I am back to the world again.  We hope to keep this up and not get behind the power curve of medicine.  More to come as the routine begins to settle down.

Love and Smooches,
Patrick

P.S. Oh yeah...and I am two months old today!