Our little patient

So Jack hasn't gotten any better...last night was horrific and involved (the "clean version") multiple pairs of pjs, multiple baths, and multiple sheets resulting in a sheet shortage and us having to sleep on random bedding borrowed from Presbyterian Hospital when Jack was born. This morning we visited Dr. Mathieus and were given supplement pills, instructions on drinks/food, and formula for when he is well enough to slowly reintroduce dairy.

The clean house from the housekeeper yesterday has turned once again (lost count this year) into Baby Shambles and when we are able to surface in the real world I fear how our skin and eyes will react. Our little patient likes to sleep touching you and when he is awake he is crying in the kitchen because he is so hungry so we've done a lot of napping (Jack that is with us laying with him) and that is about it.

The last pair of pj bottoms that were clean and a random t-shirt while Dad is changing our bed for the second time-at around 1 AM.
I was able to transport him from my chest on the couch to our bed (after attempting to put him down in his) but in my room I sat because if he woke up it could result in a whole other injury. He lost a pound this week...poor baby can't afford that...look at his ribs poking out. Now this is a site you don't see often and no he doesn't have the mange, although it does look that way. Had to capture this to show him that I didn't always have his hair perfectly gelled to the side.

Here is hoping for a better night. Off to shower...Nick is calling me pig pen!!