Okay--update time. Overall Isaac has been doing well since coming home. He was about 7 lbs when he left the hospital, and two weeks later is 8 lbs and change (I know! 8 lbs!). I'm ecstatic about that--especially since he's only getting breast milk. For his height, he's totally obese. It's great. He's got rolls everywhere.

The first week was a real challenge. Isaac's reflux was really bad and he wouldn't sleep at all at night. Jaska and I were complete zombies and I was secretly terrified that this is how it would be for the next 6-12 months. Luckily, things began to settle down this week and he actually sleeps in between eating at night.

We had a scare this week and almost had to bring him to the emergency room. He had been coughing constantly for a couple of days and at first we thought it was his reflux acting up. He started running a fever on Wednesday evening and was completely miserable. He wouldn't eat anything and wouldn't sleep. Our first thought was to take him in to the emergency room, but then we remembered that we have this network of specialists, on call nurses, and doctors to go to during just such a time. So we called his Pulmonologist (Lung MD) at about midnight and he talked us through it and prescribed some steroids for Isaac with the plan that if he didn't get any better by morning we would admit him to the hospital.

Thankfully, by morning he was doing noticeably better. His at home nurse came the next morning to check him out. We happened to have an appointment with Pulmonary two days later, so he was able to be evaluated without having to be admitted to the hospital. By then he was doing basically fine. It appears as if he caught a little cold or virus--weird. Very scary, but we got through it.

Other than that--Isaac is basically your typical newborn. Neurologically and developmentally he is one month old. He's right on track for that age developmentally which is awesome. He puts his hands in his mouth, tracks objects, stares at us and anything interesting with profound interest. Normal stuff, but it is so exciting for me because every milestone he meets means only good news for his prognosis.

We are finally settling in to being a family. It's funny how much you forget about newborns until you have another one. Constantly Jaska and I are saying, "Oh yeah--I remember this part." (and not always with fondness :)

Jonah is the best big brother ever. We'll catch him hugging (very gently) and singing to Isaac all the time. He gets embarrassed when we catch him, but it is so very sweet.