8.42 and Rising...

This is Quincy, posting while Suzette is signed in...

Khyle The Warrior and I spent the day snuggling in his hospital room. It was a day of quiet communion, and we both missed Suzette but - as men do - silently agreed not to mention it to each other. One of his nurses, Bea, bathed him, and couldn't resist once she saw his hair. Now, instead of his customary afro, Khyle is sporting a head full of cornrows, and rather than a Warrior, today one might be forgiven for mistaking him for a little gangster of love. He's only missing the terrycloth running suit, the Addidas and the gold rope chain to complete the look.

On the medical front, he continued to do well today, dramatically increasing his pee output and putting on even more weight. He weighed 8.42 kilograms at about 4PM, so that meant he'd put on weight even from late yesterday. At this rate, who knows where his poundage will end up? As Suzette noted, the diagnosis under which he was admitted was "Failure To Thrive:" it appears to me that he is indeed now thriving, and that quite well. The difference in his physique is visible to the naked eye, which makes my four eyes very happy, to say the least. The doctors have increased his feeds, and also have put him on a regimen that gives him a break in the feeding. This will help him learn to tolerate more food and to retain the calories thus ingested.

During his first break from feeding, I took him off the monitors and we went on a little galivant around Children's National Medical Centre. Then we watched Sam Stosur put it on Justine Henin (even though I was pulling for Justine) and we watched Rafa Nadal destroy the young Italian fellow. The French Open was fun, and we are both looking forward to watching Stosur try to beat Serena Williams: what a war that will be! Needless to say, he enjoyed the walk, and hanging out with some other children in the lobby of the hospital. They thought he was a girl because he's gorgeous, and he inspected them while they did jumping jacks and ran up and down. Then it was back to the room for more snuggling and snoozing.

I'm up again tonight, so we'll have more to say about it tomorrow I'm sure.

Thank you all for your prayers and support My little boy is amazing.