Southeast Texas continues to be under the grip of a Blue Norther. It's so "cold" that Trudy has been sitting in my lap this weekend, and when Trudy sits in my lap I fall asleep. There is even talk of a light freeze on Thanksgiving. On this cool, gray day Henrik was also a sleepy guy when we visited him earlier this afternoon. He opened his eyes a bit, but mostly just turned over and kept covering his ears with this massive (proportionally) hands.
They didn't detect the heart murmur today. Again, this is garden variety preemie stuff that they are observing now, and will likely be treated later with medication after they get a read on it. His ventilator was down to 20 breaths per minute from 40 yesterday. Tex was down to a range from 21% (room air) to 25% O2. Billy Reuben was away, but seemed likely to return tomorrow since his levels were rising.
Anna continues to fight the good fight with regard to pumping, but it's going about like last time. Yet, at this point Henrik gets all his feedings from her breast milk.
Our doctor is a St. John's parent. His son is dating one of my advisees (at least as of last month's parent-teacher conferences). This example is one of the reasons locals call Houston the nation's biggest small town, or H-town as it's known down here.
Hasta Luego.
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