Saturday, April 30, 2011

Finger Feeding



Ollie's jaundice made him a bit tired and unwilling to get milk from Mom. So I finger fed the little guy with formula to give him his nutrients. You can see the yellow skin around his eye's where his sunglasses protected them from the lights.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Hanging out in the Nursery



Due to Little O's early arrival, he was admitted to the NICU to get some antibiotics. Lindsey and I had to go to the NICU every couple hours to feed him.

First Family Pic



Family pic in the NICU. Oliver had to spend a minimum of 48 hours in the NICU, to ensure he didn't have an infection.

Under the Bili Lights



Oliver had a small case of jaundice, so a trip to the bili lights was in order. It also added another 24 hours to his stay in the NICU.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Welcome to the World



Oliver Charles enters the world at 4/28/2011 at 6 lbs 5 oz and 19 in. Lindsey's water broke at 3am 4/28 and Oliver arrived at 12:43pm. Oliver was early by more than 3 weeks.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Test post

Test post of various things:

Pull Quote:
The last 21 months have been hard. Lindsey and I were literally going to start trying for kid #2 the weekend I was diagnosed. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about cancer or the fact that growing my family may not be possible. Part of that is my own doing as I’m active in online colorectal cancer communities. But, I feel a duty as a survivor to share my story to try and assist others through their journey (one of the reasons I write these blog posts). When no news is good news, the only news is bad news. Many survivors disappear into their lives (I get it, why would you not want to try and forget about an awful time in ones life) and the majority of stories being told are the poor outcomes. When no news is good news, the only news is bad news. I remember how uplifting it was to see the stories of others with similar diagnosis that were successfully beating this shitty disease. I want to be that light for others. I do feel some guilt, about feeling upset about our fertility issues. Shouldn’t I just be happy that I’m still alive? That I’m not in active treatment? That my body tolerated treatment so well? That I have a son? That I have a wife? There are so many others that follow similar journeys that are not as fortunate.

Poll:

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