The Joke is on Us

Life according to Marlo:

Sleep, Toot, Burp, Squirm, Snuggle,(my fav!) and then if I feel like it...Eat my milk the conventional way, which according to mom is by mouth, through a bottle, just to clarify.

So that's where the joke is on us. You see, we thought that would be easy. Eating is supposed to be so very natural. Just look at us, we stuff our faces 10+ times a day...okay, exaggerating a bit with the 10 times, but maybe 5 is more like it? :)

Marlo, once again is proving who the real boss is and continues to sleep through feedings and eat about half of what is expected. Could this be any more frustrating?

Um, NOPE!!!

So, the little stinker does what she wants, and turns up her nose to the nurses and doctors as they continue to add the to the amount she must take, and politely refuses.

50%. That's where we sit...the elusive 50% that remains is the thorn in our side. Marlo thinks it's funny and gives us a grin as we try to tell her she must eat more. Working at eating? What a waste of her time. Why would she ever do such a thing when they just force it down a tube, never allowing the poor girl to get hungry enough to want more.

Someone please provide a padded room, as I am banging my head against the wall. It's beginning to leave a mark!

Seriously though, I'm fine, just ready to bring her home. That padded room might not be a bad idea if this goes much longer.

Praying for her to pull it together so she can take her 2oz every 3 hours, 8 times a day. She is rounding out nicely, at a pleasantly plump 6lbs 4.5oz. At this rate she will weigh 10lbs before she comes home.

103 days and counting. Seriously!  103 days!