Ryan and I went to Gymnastics today! Yay! Since I got here, there have been three unsuccessful attempts to go and just one success, the very first week I was here. After that first time, I just couldn't get Ryan to leave the house without Mommy. It may have helped that Mommy had already left the house with Lily today. They went to the doctor, to check Lily's bilirubin. When it was time for us to leave, Ryan just walked out to my car, got into the carseat that Jay installed last night, and away we went. Since class takes place during Ryan's lunchtime, he got to eat a little snack in the car, to tide him over until we got home. When we got there, Ryan insisted I hold his right hand as we crossed the parking lot. His face and hands were stickly with cookie mess, so we went right to the ladies room to wash. Ryan happily washed his right hand, but refused to do anything with the left. Upon closer examination, I found he still had some cookie remnants there. Apparently he inteded to have a snack during class! It took several minutes of explaining that Miss T.C. likes to keep the gym equipment clean, and his hands might slip if they weren't clean and anything else I could thing of before he finally consented to washing his hands. What finally did the trick was when I said it must be close to time for his class, since other kids were coming in to use the bathroom. He got cleaned up right away then, and we went to take off coats, shoes and socks.
Ryan did a great job during class. He followed directions, remembered to take turns, and shared nicely. He did have two minor accidents -- he didn't let go of the trapeze until he had swung back too far. He hit the block (it is actually firm foam covered in plastic) and bit his tongue. He got right up to do it again, though. Later, he was 'bear-walking' across a horizontal ladder and missed a rung with his hand. He bumped his chest against the ladder and asked "What happened?" but he was OK. During class he did baby back handsprings over a foam roller, walked on the balance beam, balanced across a ladder, hung from the parallel bars and pulled his toes up to the bar, climbed everything in sight, swung from the rings, jumped on the trampoline, played with the parachute, sangs songs and played games. Pretty busy hour, isn't it? He had a great time.
When we got home, Jen and Lily weren't back yet. I didn't feel good about that. There were no messages on my phone or Jen's answering machine though, so I didn't worry too much. Jen came in as I was giving Ryan his lunch. She looked completely done in. She needed a drink right away and felt a little better. Turns out the trip to the doctor was actually a trip to the doctor so Lily could be exmined, followed by a trip to the lab for bloodwork. Both places took lots of waiting. The first technician at the lab was not very good. She stuck Lily three times and didn't get any testable sample. She also didn't protect the fabric on the baby carrier or herself from the blood. Amateur! They brought in another technician who was able to get the sample needed in one try. Too much stress for the first time out alone with a four-day-old baby. No wonder Jen looked so tired!
The doctor called shortly after Jen got home. The report, as I understand it, is that Lily's bilirubin has gone up, but not to dangerous levels. The fourth day is usually the day bilirubin peaks, and Lily is four days old, so the doctor doesn't expect it to get worse. Rather, it should gradually decrease now. Whew! I know Jen and Jay both are relieved that Lily doesn't have to do the return trip to the hospital like Ryan did.
As I was writing this, the doctor called again. I will have to wait until aftern Jen's nap to hear what she said.
Jen, Lily and Ryan are all napping. Wahoo! Quiet time!