Milk Face Moves to the "Other Side of the Tracks"

I've renamed Abigail "Milk Face" for the time being.  She's enjoying the messy part of breast feeding. Check out the raised pinkie--the hand motions are part of all great thinking. Here she is waxing philosophic on the benefits of organic, raw, non-pasteurized or processed milk.

It's dripping everywhere.  Lips and cheeks puckered, she's ready for even more.

Milk Face moved yesterday evening from her posh studio apartment (her own room with private nurse) in the CVICU to "other side of the tracks," 3 West--the place where they send kids who are getting ready to go home and don't need the same level of care or observation.  Her room resembles a supply closet with four beds stuffed into it (do we get a discount for this?).  However, the care is still superb and we're excited to have graduated from ICU into "regular" care as we prepare for home.

As of right now, the docs are predicting a Saturday discharge.  They are still watching the left lobe of her lung that was traumatized a bit during surgery.  Her lungs are functioning perfectly but they want to see the "haziness" that they are seeing via X-ray disappear. Fortunately, the haziness has been gradually improving by the day. They also want to see her gain more weight.  I keep trying to tell them that Reeves' babies just don't gain weight very fast, and that her bird arms and legs are here to stay until adulthood (or until she's 37 and starts ballooning like her father, who, after eating out for a month straight, may be admitted to the fat farm any day now).