The nurse just left. He wears the same Axe ™ as husband, which made me miss home. Technically, I can leave anytime I want, but Freya can’t and I’d be wrong to leave her alone here.
I keep drifting in and out of sleep. Freya’s getting her rest, though, and that’s all that matters. She’s gained a portion of a pound. They’re keeping her til Monday. If she’s gained enough, she’ll get to go home. Otherwise, we’ll have to go to Children’s Hospital in Little Rock.
They’ve been bringing me meals labeled “Eubanks, guest” because I am that to Freya. I don’t know why everyone says negative things about hospital food. I’ve enjoyed every meal I’ve ever had here at Saint Edwards Mercy.
I keep having to go to the bathroom, to Freya’s un-delight. She wants me in her line of site and the toilets flush too loudly. She’s attached to her pacifier more since we’ve been here.
I’m giving up breastfeeding. Something made my supply dwindle. Getting it back will take a concerted effort and all my time. I can’t parent Luna and be a dairy at the same time.
Freya seems to be taking to the formula. She even pooped today. It was the size of a shooter marble and the consistency of clay. She must’ve been wanting to pass that for a week.
I’m hungry but it’s midnight and the kitchen is closed. I could hunt down a vending machine, but they probably don’t have ones that take debit ot checks. The nurses might fetch me a snack if I asked, but they’re not my slaves–if anyones, they’re Freya’s.
Luna misses me greatly. Apparently she fell asleep on the couch with her daddy and he transplanted her to her bed when she was good and conked.
I hear drilling in the hallway. St. Eds has maintainence on call 24/7.
Freya slept through her latest vitals-check. Why can’t I do the same?
Briefly Distracted By Irrelevant Information…
Is he really that worried about lying with a man “as one does with a woman” (which is not what gay men do anyway)? If so, seems to me he should have had it tattooed across his ass.
says a commenter on the article about a man tattooing Leviticus 18:22, which forbids homosexuality, onto his arm despite the forbiddance of tattoos by Leviticus 19:28.
This is the problem with cookie-cutting your morals out of an ancient text. For the record, I don’t oppose tattoos or homosexual sex.
From a Queerty article about cows protesting Chik-Fil-A. These cows are such drama Queens. 😛 Who wants to join them? A queer-cow flash mob!
They said that she is drinking enough now (4oz q 2°) that the IV can be unhooked. They won’t probably remove it until she is discharged.
The Hospital Swing
Here she is trying the swing. She fell asleep in it right after this.
Freya is experiencing the drawbacks of diet change: bad gas. They’ve got her wrapped tight to help alleviate or something. She doesn’t want the swaddle.
“My name is Freya. I was not born yesterday. I am four months old. I am a goddess not a princess. That is all!”