Well, sometimes life is a mystery. For some reason, at the time that it is most important that I am not, I am sick. You can ask April (who is a little bitter about the whole subject): I never get sick. And since I am likely contagious, I can’t go visit the little ones, which is quite maddening.
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/The kids continue to do what they are supposed to do: feed and sleep. Unfortunately, they also continue to have their apnea and bradicardia. It is likely that Sawyer will join the other two on continuous feedings to see if that helps him. The good thing is that these moments may be becoming more rare and the kids usually do not require any assistance in recovering from them (their bodies kick them out of it). From our understanding this is the only real issue they are having.
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/Brinlee lost her IV yesterday and weighed in at 3 lbs. 7.5oz.Â
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/Sawyer weighed in at 3 lbs. 13 oz. They believe that this loss of one ounce is probably related to losing some of the fluids from his body as he comes off his IV (hopefully today).
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/Kimball weighed in at 3 lbs. 6 oz.
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/They are all doing great though and have enjoyed help from your prayers.
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/Two funny items that happened to me yesterday unrelated to the triplets:
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/The first was at work. I work for a very large professional services firm. While preparing some Swiss Miss hot chocolate in a break room, I witnessed a female employee use half of a Swiss Miss packet and put the half-used packet back into the box of unused packets. Strange. I threw it out when she left. I’m still scratching my head about this.
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/The second was last night when I went to get April some Taco Bell (yes, her choice). I was in a part of town that I did not know and apparently was approaching a place where the two lanes merge. Being the aggressive driver that I am, when I saw that I was merging, I accelerated to get ahead of the car that was next to me (I was already ahead of this car, just wanted more clearance). Well, apparently I found myself on the set of the Fast and the Furious as the car next to me thought I was racing it. So I slowed down and got behind her. No big deal.
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/I get to the next light (my turn) and so we are next to each other at the redlight. This 50+ year old lady rolls down her window with her cigarette in her hand and starts yelling, “Nice Try” and other obscenities at me. I’m so shocked all I can do is call April to relate the story as make sure to enunciate very loudly each time (so my new friend could hear) when I said that Grandma took her husband in the drag race. Grandma must have been having a hard day.