"Oh, boy!"

Wow. What a weekend. Prayers to my hubby's grandfather. He has been in and out of the hospital over the past couple of months for congestive heart failure. He has been sent home for hospice care.
JACKSON, Jackson, jackson. . .
what a ham! We made it to church on Sunday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a HUGE accomplishment. It seems near impossible to attend a worship service lately. And, get this. . .Jack made it through the entire service. He was babbling and laughing, and reading his books, and cuddling, and fighting for his daddy's lap. At the end he even asked to go bye bye, by signing of course. Oh, and right when we sat down, Jack said, "Oh, boy!" as clear as day. It also sounds like he's been saying "home" (ome).
Speaking of signing, Jack has learned to sign 'yes' as well! He doesn't nod his head up and down, but he does sign 'yes' with his hand. That works for me!

The second attempt at the new formula was a no go. We made it from 1/2/11-1/9/11. The ratio was upped every other day. By the time the 9th came, Jack refluxed or projectile vomited 3 times. So. . .back to the old formula. . .again.

This afternoon, Jack visits a new feeding therapist. Her name is Cheri Fraker. She is the head of the feeding department at Koke Mill Medical Center, in Springfield, IL. She's published some books with her partner and Jack's nutritionist. http://cheriandlaura.blogspot.com/
That's the link to her blog. You can find a lot of information there.
I'll be bringing the medical binder, a couple of pens, and paper for notes. I'm looking forward to starting this process. This little man of mine will feed everyone else, but he won't feed himself.
This will soon change. I'm sure of it.