Good Times, Bad Times

Led Zeppelin sure had it right when it sang that song. You know, the part about, "Good Times, Bad Times, You know I've had my share," not so much the part about a woman leaving town with another man. Rachel can't really go anywhere right now, due to the major abdominal surgery she had yesterday. Anyway, busy night for the new Klugs, with some good and some other stuff to report. Micah had to be placed back on oxygen because he was not able to stabilize his breathing. However, I was trolling the NICU for chicks at 3:30 in the morning and was able to give him a diaper change, which was awesome. He tried to pee on me when the diaper was off, but only ended up getting himself. Tricks on you, little man. I am confident he will continue to make great strides.

As for Malorie, she had a great overnight, and was on pace to join us upstairs, out of the NICU. Rachel woke up at around 5 to pump, and went down to visit and got to hold Mal for around 45 minutes. Mother and Daughter both loved it. However, when we went back to the room upstairs, Malorie's body temp dropped and she had to be put back on the incubator. She will not likely be able to come upstairs today anymore, but we are optimistic for tomorrow.

As for Rachel, she finally got a good night of sleep with the aid of some pills. She simply could not relax, but once she finally woke up, she was a new woman. She got to hold both babies last night, as can be seen below. Also, she is back to eating solid foods. I have never seen her devour a Turkey sandwich quite the way she did last night. Her wounds are sore, but she is strong. She may get to breast feed Malorie this morning at 11. More updates soon.