Viv is status quo as we get closer to ending this day. Her belly is shrinking slightly, but not enough to begin feeds tonight as we had hoped. Yes, we are still praying for toots and poops until she can feed again.
Rod and I were able to sneak away for the night last night. We had a yummy dinner and watched the Reds be dominated by the Cardinals. As usual, we hurry back to the hospital after an uninterrupted night's sleep. I was told once that a child is a mother's heart--it puts a whole new meaning to "wearing your heart on your sleeve". If home is where your heart is, then room 16 in the B building of Cincinnati's Children's Hospital has become my home.