Too tuckered out to dazzle...

So today wasn't as stellar as yesterday. Kean couldn't wake himself up enough to latch on for our first session-- so we did physical therapy instead. I work with him twice a day-- on trying to tone up his legs and arms. I also work with him on his mouth-- stretching out the tight cheeks and helping to stimulate the muscles. He latched on this afternoon for about 12 minutes. I guess he can't be a rock star every day. The doctor said this is normal-- good days and bad days.
Kean also pulled out his feeding tube today. Ick. The nurse had to thread a new one down his nose and into his tummy. He did okay with that-- but threw a good fit when she pulled the tape off his face (the tape that held it in place). Poor little guy, has a very red cheek.
Our good friends, Ron and Elly came over last night so Ron could show me some strengthening exercises for my legs and arms. I was embarrassed at how weak I've become. I could barely do ten reps of each exercise-- and these aren't anything difficult!!! My arms and legs are like toothpicks-- with flab. Oh joy. At least my walking is improving. I've graduated from the old lady stage to the walking stiff.