Real mad unless held, yes, HELD!!

We were able to hold her today. Our second time ever. This time, she loved it. She has been very, VERY mad as you see since we came off the ventilator. The nurses have been trying to do everything in their power to keep her calm. We arrived today and mom had to go pump her milk. I watched her get mad and mad and madder. I was asking the doctor, what is happening? They all said it was normal, she did not like the transfer of vent to nose tube and might have some gas. They said she will fight this way and it is not a big deal, eventually she will calm down and get used to it. THEN they said she seemed to be calm when Daddy touched her, so "Why don't you hold her and see how it goes....?".

Right woman, last time we held her she went on the oscillator! No Way! She is only off the vent 24 hours and the vent is still at bedside, I don't know about this.

"Come on"....the nurse bantered back.

I thought to myself, alright daddy, you can try this and if it is not conducive, we will immediately place her back in her Iso-Lette. Two minutes tops.

I put on the gown, very nice petite gown with frilly pink ....no wait, this was a hospital gown, what am I talking about. Ok, so the hospital gown is on, I sit in the chair waiting for the nurse to prepare all the tubes, all the wires and all the other stuff, wrapping her for warmth.

If she knew how much sweating was going on, she would not have worried about Jonna getting cold. So I sit.

Here she comes, screaming as loud as she can scream(which you know how loud that is) face as red as a beet. My first thought is, "this won't last long, we will be done before mom returns".

I hold my daughter for only the 2nd time. Her size will amaze you. She is bundled in a blanket and adds NOTHING to the weight of holding a towel in your bathroom. She lays on my chest, then.......

the screaming stops. She lays quietly. Happy even. Her oxygen stats slowly rise from 74% to 86 then to 90 then to 93, 95, 98, 100. Perfectly content and breathing fine.

She enters a restful, peaceful, gorgeous sleep.

"Man, I wish mom would hurry up and see this, I am holding her and she is okay!"

Hey, baby....hey Jonna. How are you doing? You like Daddy holding you, huh? You are ok now.

All I had held back all I got.

She was happy and content, and for everyone out there reading this knows, everyone was happy and content. Nurses came by, "Wow, she really likes that!" "Hey, I can turn her oxygen down." "Nice...she likes being held".

"Jonna girl, you have to stay good for a little longer so that your mom can hold you."

Content.

People I do not have to tell you how it felt to have her content. No crying, just sleep.

She stayed in my arms for 45 minutes. Mom got to hold her next. She was content even further. We actually had a moment with her in our arms.

After we placed her back in the ISO-lette to clear up a massive in the diaper, she slept even longer, happy to finally know that Mommy and Daddy do exist. They aren't just these weird voices and smells. They look blurry when I try to look at them but I probably should not look at Daddy, I heard he was ugly.

Anyway, today we all met each other, exchanged business cards, said we would do lunch and vowed never to forget to call....

aaah...you know the rest.

Tomorrow is her first fund raiser. She has been upped on calories even further, her mad movements are not allowing her to gain weight. Tall lanky thing, I swear she is going to be one of those "Girls who can just eat anything and not get fat...."

So, everyone that has been thinking of those balloons in lard. DON'T STOP. She is not out of the woods yet. We have some balloons, but no lard. This low-fat craze has really warped your imagination of what real FAT looks like. It is not mayonnaise, I need LARD. Full fat, never rot, cook anything LARD.

Thank you now.