Aim the other way, boy.

This morning Amy was at the hospital to witness "grand rounds". Duncan was placed on a throne and fed peeled grapes by all his caregivers in succession -- O.K. I guess that's just what I imagined "grand rounds" would be. Amy says it involved all the doctors and therapists and specialists who are involved in Duncan's care. They all gave reports to each other. Until now, we had only witnessed regular rounds, involving the doctor and the nurse practitioner. When he was born his weight (2 lbs) was at the 50th percentile for 26 week babies. Now he's at the 30th percentile. Today, during the "grand rounds", the nutritionist (between grapes) said his weight was "not very good". We think her under-informed. First of all, after he was born he got pretty sick: His bowels were not working (gray); he wasn't breathing on his own at all; and had all sorts of other problems, many of which we've blogged about. He got down to 1 pound 10 ounces at his lowest point (about 3 weeks ago?). But since then he has been consistently gaining weight. Yesterday he was 3 lbs, 1 oz. and tonight he weighed in at 3 lbs, 3 oz. This was immediately after he filled his drawers twice while I changed him. I was standing to his right trying to maneuver everything, when I looked away for a second (maybe to throw out a wipe?) and suddenly there was a stream of yellow flying through the air at me. Aim the other way, boy.
He's having his first eye exam on Friday. More on that to come.