Our little Zoe is now two months old, and doing ridiculously well.
Compared to what I was expecting to happen six months ago…she’s a little living miracle.
Not even too sure where to start. Nine hours dialysis a night, and getting one night off a week. Feeding well. Apparently babies with kidney disease tend to have oral aversion- we haven’t seen any sign of that with Zoe. Smiling. All tubes out except for her PD catheter. Putting on good amounts of weight (she’s still less than 5th percentile, but she’s expected to be a petite princess)
We’re still in hospital. It’ll be a while before we get to go home yet, but that’s fine- I was expecting that. Zoe’s just passed the 4kg mark (which is funny to me in a way as Annika was 4kg by the age of two weeks!) so her weight’s creeping upward, slowly but surely.
Annika is handling all the adjustments well, all considered, in the way a pretty normal 2.5 year old would. She absolutely loves Zoe and is still showering her with kisses, cuddles, and pats that are a bit harder than I’d prefer them to be.
Mike’s been back at work full time for the last few weeks. Fortunately being a teacher he’s always on holidays! so he’ll be off for the summer holidays at the end of next week. Hopefully by the time he goes back to work we shouldn’t have too much longer left here.
I can’t get over how well it’s all going.
Thankful beyond words.
Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.