The nasal stints are probably to blame for Max's restless nights. We have managed to keep the stints clean, but it would be hard for anyone to sleep with a stuffed nose. The nurses recommended cleaning the stints with saline spray or a nasal aspirator, but Max will have no part of that. Instead, we distract him in the bath and spray the pull-down shower head up his nose. He is too caught off guard to cry and I think he is actually starting to enjoy his nightly nasal bidet. Most importantly, it must be working because when we took him for the suture removal, nurses commented about how clean the stints were. David and I could not help but laugh at the idea that someone thought Max was clean. It was reminiscent of the first time we took Max to Johns Hopkins when he was one week old. A doctor told us that he had good head control. David's response, "Man, I would hate to see what bad head control looks like."
On the wings of Grandma Marie's departure tomorrow, Grandma Barbara will arrive to take care of Max next week when both David and I are back at work full-time. I reminded her to pack her running shoes.
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