3 months old

Addy is now three months old. I can't believe it. The last three months have flown by in the blink of an eye. I'll be going back to work in a few weeks and I hate it because I don't want to miss a minute of these precious moments while she is an infant. Everyday we live with the worry that things are going to fall apart with her. Every sniffle, poop, and spit up is analyzed for signs that something is possibly not as it should be. The days to her Glenn are rapidly approaching and I'm torn. On one hand I want it to be here so we can get it over with. On the other hand I never want the day to come where I have to hand her back over to the surgical team that will try to save her life. I thought sending her to surgery the first time was hard, but I think this time will be even worse.

Meanwhile while Mommy continues to be a nervous wreck, Addy is happy as a clam. She is the sweetest and most lovable baby. All of our friends in the PICU were amazed at how big she had gotten while we were there for her cath. She is almost 12 pounds now, who said these babies were small?! Although we have to wake her up every three hours to eat, all in all we are quite lucky because baby girl likes a solid 12 hours of sleep. After her 9pm feed she happily snoozes until 9am in between feeds. She loves her mobile in her crib and just loves to laugh at the monkeys going round-and-round. Her smile can light up a room. She has found her hands but we have had to put an end to her chewing on them because she gags herself and then makes herself throw up. She loves to "talk" and seems to come up with new cooing noises almost everyday. In the true nature of both of her parents, the girl loves music. Her favorite bear puts her to sleep with music in a heartbeat, and she loves the lullabies on mommy's iphone.

Despite my best efforts, Addy has managed to get the cold that everyone else in the house currently has. So far she is fairing well though so our cardiologist is just on standby in case she starts getting into trouble. The bulb suction ruins her day but is working well enough for now to keep her trucking along. We have been spending a lot of cuddle time in the rocking chair the last day. Between the cath and now the cold, it has been a long week for our little fighter.