Josephine has made remarkable improvement over the last 24 hours. I think she's a girl with her very own ideas of what she will and won't do. It's like we've finally found a compromise. Yes, she must have breastmilk, but thicker and through a bottle. All the doctors and nurses are making it seem like our departure is getting closer and closer. Like we're waiting for a late train.
On another note, I listen to a lot of NPR while in the hospital. On Sunday I heard one of the greatest radio pieces I've heard from Studio 360 on F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. You can listen to it here:
I found it fascinating and thoroughly engrossing. It's also made me re-consider Fitzgerald, and I've started reading some of his shorter and lesser works, and enjoying them a lot. Such an economy of words - but just the right words. Since we can entertain no more visitors in the NICU because of the swine flu, F. Scott Fitzgerald is making for a fine companion.
Let's hope my next post reads something like: THEY'RE HOME. Please keep praying for them - it seems to be doing the trick :)!