A high-stress situation

I’m not a fan of surprising Namine with doctor visits. She knew that she had an appointment with her pediatrician this afternoon, but she didn’t know any details. She certainly didn’t know that she would be getting vaccinated, and I wasn’t about to tell her.

Freedom to move

Tonight was the first night in – well, I don’t know how long – that Namine was able to move freely in the bathtub. To play in the bathtub. She’s been limited by either her chest incision or the line in her arm, forced to sit still for one reason or another. But no longer! And Namine couldn’t have been happier.

Write less, do more, indeed

I moved a bunch of Namine’s photo albums off to Picasa (which is now inside Google+, go figure). Now I had a bunch of photos to remove from WordPress, and there doesn’t seem to be any good way to remove all the pictures associated with a post or page.

All aboard the disaster train

Jessica and I have spent a good portion of the evening – now, the morning – on the phone. It seems that our understanding that Namine’s last dose of vancomycin was this evening at 8:00 is incorrect. But even that is not for sure.