So, in the "Keep On Keepin' On" file, The Boy has been diagnosed with another staph infection. They're starting the vanco today, and he'll be in the hospital for 10 days from his first negative culture. That's really upsetting, but I feel somewhat better in that I know that this hospitalization isn't my fault. He's doing okay, just grumping at everyone in sight upstairs.
Right now, I'm sitting with The Wife in her room. Young Bro is under an ultraviolet lamp for the next 12 hours or so because of mild jaundice. This isn't uncommon - The Wife's blood type is O positive, and his blood type is A+, and that causes a little bit of a reaction. Not a big deal, but frustrating because we want to hold him and snuggle him and get to know him. He's very, very cute. Most distinguishing feature? His feet. He's got enormous feet with long monkey-toes. I mean, he can grab your finger with his toes. It's very cute.
Younger Bro has already tried to nurse on my nose. I think that's funny.
The Wife is doing well, all things considered. She's uncomfortable, but not overly so. I'm very, very lucky to have such a strong woman as my wife.
I'm doing... well, not so hot. This cold has really knocked me around. I slept very, very well last night, but my throat is absolutely killing me. It really hurts to talk, and - with a polyp already on my vocal fold - I really don't want to strain it. I'm drinking lots of fluids and sucking on lots of Halls. I'm planning on going home around 4 o'clock-ish and getting to bed early. We'll see if that actually happens. It probably will, because the grandparents are here. I realize that I'm not helpful if I'm sick and a real problem if I get sicker, so it's best that I go home and rest.
Ironically enough, it looks like getting fired from my summer gig has been a real blessing in disguise. I'm going to be very needed for the next three weeks, and not having to worry about work is a real blessing. I'm glad Younger Bro was born when he was, because we can get settled as a family before I have to head back to work.
Back upstairs to calm The Boy down.