One of the difficult things about this entire situation is the lack of quality communication that I've had with family, friends, et al. I feel badly about the fact that I haven't been able to give everybody the attention that they've deserved and needed, but the simple fact of the matter is that I've been a little bit swamped with everything that's going on around me. Between The Boy's infection and surgery (and dealing witha hungry, cranky toddler for seven and a half hours of no-eating time), Younger Bro's bilirubin issues and hospitalization (not to mention the normal newborn issues, like irregular sleep schedule, irregular eating schedule, and overall floppiness), The Wife's recovery from giving birth, and my own health issues (asthma flareup, vocal issues, and the cold)... well, I've been quite busy.
We've got the bris coming up on Sunday, and it should be an interesting experience. We have a small room up on the pediatric floor to do the ceremony, and it can only hold 11 people plus The Boy, who will be wearing a breathing mask. We also have access to one of the cafeteria rooms, which will be closed because it's Sunday afternoon anyway; that's where the food and the party will be, and we're trying to figure out if we can simulcast the bris down to the cafeteria on the big-screen TV. We're not entirely sure who the godparents will be; I have a candidate in mind, but he might not be there because of a prior engagement, which means that another candidate will be chosen. We'll see. My father won't be there, which is immensely disappointing to me, but Saturday and Sunday are the only days that he can see his other granddaughter, so there you go.
The topic of how people can help has been coming up a lot recently, and we'll see what we're doing about that. In the meantime, there's a baby that needs some attention. Younger Bro needs it, too.