Can We All Say TEN WEEKS? (Day 70)

It's a good thing this is coming to an end on Monday. 70 days in the hospital is just to hard to wrap my mind around. It doesn't even feel like reality to me sometimes.
So I was waiting this morning (in my flattering little hospital gown that barely covers the back) when Dr. Lovelace came in for his daily visit -- with a wheelchair. Of course, I immediately cleared my busy schedule for a ride over to his office for an ultrasound.
It was mixed.
First the good news: Dr. Lovelace thinks the baby's lung fields have grown a little. He showed me where the lungs are-- but can't determine how "developed" they are. He and the Neo-natalogist think he'll be okay. That was our biggest worry. He may still have to be on a ventilator and intubated-- but things are looking up.
The rest of the news isn't really bad-- it's totally all expected. He has only grown 4 ounces in nearly two weeks. He is now measuring at about 30 weeks and 4 or 5 days--- when he should be at 34 weeks and 3 days. So he's fallen behind even more. But, we knew this would happen and have reached the point where he is stalled and will do better outside of the womb. Dr. Lovelace spent some long minutes deciding whether to take him today or wait until Monday as scheduled. He opted for Monday. He doesn't feel it will make any difference on Spartacus' health or growth and he has already discussed the situation and what to expect with the team scheduled to work the NICU on Monday. Plus, it sounds like there may not be quite as many specialist working the weekend shift.
Oh, one more thing. The baby's bladder is looking like it is still having problems draining. The right Ureter (no idea how to spell that one) is backed up or perhaps has a cyst and his right Kidney is inflamed. Dr. Lovelace assures me that all that should easily be taken care of after birth. The lungs are the bigger issue and today better news.
One other thing of interest-- I have been given the okay to "stand" (not walk or exercise) for 3 minutes this morning. Four minutes this afternoon. Five minutes Saturday morning. Six minutes Saturday afternoon. You get the idea. You can all call me Mrs. Withers. Since I've withered down to about nothing. Lovely.
On the family front-- Holland and Greer are off to a movie with their other girl cousins. Reese is going with my mom to pick up my dad at the airport this afternoon and then coming up here. Reese ended up with 4 bee stings-- but the magic concoction our friend put on her -- has worked. Not a peep of complaint today. Byron is headed up this evening. Maybe, just maybe, we'll come up with a possible few names. Geez, it's not like we haven't had much time...