Lytic in nature (Why don't you get a room?)

We found out a few days ago that one of Ford's cultures came back positive for rhinovirus. But while this does explain his crusty nose, persistent sneezing, coughing, and irritability, it does little to make sense of the large tusk that has lately been growing out of his forehead. Go figure.

Fearing a plague of bubonic proportions Ford was immediately isolated in a private room in the back of the NICU until furthur notice.

We are hardly complaining.

As much as we have come to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the ward lifestyle (I just got a sick tatoo across my back "Intensive Care 4 Life"), the hostelesque (with beds starting at $6000 a night) proximity to our neighbours and their sickly children is starting to wear a little thin (I'm sure the feeling is mutual - Sorry Dean, If you're reading this).

And while I cringe to consider, with respect to the fact that the aforementioned price purchased us about 6sq ft of 'living space', what the new per diem being offered us by Canadian health care is, we are really enjoying our spacious 144sq ft pad. Turns out quaratine isn't all that bad.

Ford seems well enough, certainly not struggling much more than before, and his sneezes are the most adorable sounds he's yet produced. In keeping with our theme of the slow crawl towards normal parenting, I am also thrilled to announce that Ford has spread his germs to Christa and she has (probably) spread them to me. Go family! And I would like to ask you, dear readership, if we might siphon off some of Ford's sympathetic vibes and pass them along to Christa who is really feeling pretty rough right now - she was kicked out of the hospital this evening, mask and all!

Otherwise there is not too much to add. Ford's next challenge is to fatten up (he has been steadily climbing this last week and is now back at his birth weight!) and start taking his feeds orally, gastrically, and in compressed doses. I met with one of the cardiologists today, Dr. Human (yeah, I know right?), who has promised to get their team's occupational therapist working on him asap. It might be hard to get him taking food orally, so he will need some training. Please think your best, greasy, fatty thoughts and send them Ford's way.

Mmm. See? Now I'm hungry.