The weigh in!

As it turns out, our insurance company covers Elise for the RSV vaccine. I was sure that after they reviewed our recent large bill (I'm not kidding when I say large!) at the hospital, they would decline covering the vaccine. We were pleasantly surprised when we received a call from the clinic asking us to make an appointment. Due to the high cost of the injection, our pediatrician's office doesn't even carry it in their office, so it was necessary to head back to the hospital.

Prior to getting her injection, Elise needed to be weighed in order to calibrate the correct dose. We all had been making bets as to how much she had gained. My arm has been getting more and more tired carrying her around the house so I wasn't thinking she had maintained the 5lbs that she weighed two weeks ago at her checkup appointment. My father (Papa) was able to join me on the trip-- so he was there when the nurse announced she weighs 6lbs 3oz!!! Mind you, this was after she shed her very poopy/wet diaper and spit up on herself. She could have weighed more! What a little tanker! We are proud of our little chow hound!

After the weigh in, Elise had her vaccine in her thigh. She wasn't very happy and her lungs got a good workout! In 3-5 days, she'll be 99% protected from RSV. Next month, she'll get the final dose for the season. If she should happen to be the 1% to contract RSV, it will be significantly milder. Thanks medical mutual for the $1000 shot!

We've been blessed to have so much help from our families. Jeff's parents have been helping with vacuuming (yes, two more weeks and I'll vacuum by myself everyday...all day long!), meals, and sitting while I run errands. My parents have been here for the week, spelling us on some late night feedings, giving us a date night, and time for napping. We truly are lucky. It does 'take a village to raise a child'! We are lucky to have such wonderful grandparents!

We're still eating every 3 hours-- even less when Elise gets fussy. Obviously nights are still a bit rough since sleeping 2 hours and up for 1 hour can be taxing. Maybe our pediatrician will change up our feeding schedule when we visit her next Monday. After all, our preemie is no longer a little girl! She's starting to wear big clothes now! No more preemie clothes...we are into newborn and 0-3month clothing! We love our little porker!