No NICU news is great news

A funny thing happened in the NICU locker room today-- I caught myself thinking of ways to improve the place (maybe sturdier hangers for the coats? A trashcan? And why is the room freezing anyway?) and then I totally forgot all of it because I needed to get inside to see my Tommy ASAP. 

He is the cutest. 

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These days I'm either coming back from seeing Tommy or going to see Tommy or calling to get a Tommy update and it's always good to hear "Ummm....Do you have any specific questions?" because that means the nurses don't have anything really worth reporting. And you guys, no NICU news is GREAT news. 

Our Tommy

The Brightberg Report is as follows: On December 11th at 5:53PM our family grew by one and our hearts almost exploded. 

This is our Tommy - all 2 pounds 10 ounces of him.

I'm not sure how long it will take for me to process all that happened in the last couple of weeks (a month? a year?) because I'm not really sure how we went from "everything is going great!" to dangerously high blood pressure, to problems with the cord, to fetal heart rate monitors, to: we need him out TODAY...

The truth is - as I told every nurse I encountered that first day at the hospital- I had just been at BLT Steak eating tartare. And popovers. And steak. I was definitely not supposed to be on a IV only diet and I was definitely not supposed to be kept at the hospital for continuous monitoring.

I am busy, you know. 

But in spite of the surprise, our son is doing great! He has only been here for a week, but he has already proven himself by surviving on room-air at an improbably young 31 weeks + change. He likes to hug his bendy pillow when he naps and has not given up on his attempts to get his feeding tube out. He scrunches his nose before every sneeze and, did I mention how much we love him? Because to say that we love him with every cell in our body would be an understatement.

Saturday- A dual story

First things first: can we talk about my bump?! Let's all laugh at past-Melissa who thought she looked pregnant a month and half ago. 

(Let's also look past my filthy mirror and stare at the goodness that are the blue walls)

Now that that's done, let me fill you in on our weekend! Saturday was hospital tour day, otherwise known as the day that "stuff got real". Because nothing says "You are Having a Baby!" like being addressed as "mommy" and "daddy" for a full hour and seeing real, live, brand new babies. That people get to take home. To their houses. With them. To live with them. Forever. 

Many of you can probably guess that Nick and I handled this (can we call it a moment? Let's call it a moment) in two totally different ways. The tour spurred him into action: he single-handedly moved all the furniture upstairs/downstairs, cleared at least a half-dozen packing boxes, put stuff away in storage and organized a good chunk of the leftover renovation materials. And he cleaned all the things. And did the laundry.

I? I left the house and went shopping with my friend Jenn for 9 hours. 

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To say that it was epic and amazing would be an understatement. We started out at an antiques center in southern Alexandria and ended up closing down the Ikea in College Park, Maryland. 


I will also note that Jenn is a most excellent shopping partner. For example, Nick would never let me leisurely browse the live plant section of IKEA because it's at the end of all-the-aisles and by that point, he just wants to escape Ikea. As fast as humanly possible.

Jenn didn't just let me browse, she encouraged me to pick a new fiddle leaf fig plant to replace the one that I killed with love AND totally agreed that I need more succulents. Best shopping partner ever.


Even better than IKEA plants? This (surprisingly sturdy) vintage chrome stool (for the attic nook) and a pretty cute vintage chalkboard for the nursery which I think I'm going to use as a bulletin board/cute picture center... we'll see. 

And, speaking of the nursery, we finally assembled the crib! And by "we" I mean Nick assembled the crib while Sawyer and I sat on the glider and said helpful things like "what are you doing?" and "are you sure that's how it goes?" Memories!  



Dear Internet: Are you also looking for well-priced mid-century goodness? Both the vintage chrome stool and the chalkboard (not pictured because its still in my car) came from Peg Leg Vintage Goods. Found by Jenn, the store is just down the street from the IKEA in College Park, Maryland. The owner is knowledgeable AND charming and I personally can't wait to go back. 

Van Deusen Blue

If you called us at any point over the weekend you already know we spent the last 48-hrs turning this: 


Into this: 


I was a bit nervous (read: super nervous) that the color would be too purple-y or not dark enough, or even too dark...but to say that we love it would be an understatement. Because we LOVE it. Its Caps-Lock love.


Obviously this project would have never happened without Sawyer's help -- who has now grown so used to the construction/painting that he recognizes paint can lids as a "do-not-touch" item and, of course, my handsome Niko, who actually picked Van Deusen Blue from the seven samples I brought home and stood firm in his choice in spite of my doubts.  

Did I mention I LOVE it? OK, just checking. 


Seriously though, we've had the paint since August. We should have done this months ago.


I'm still not sure exactly what the final result will be, but I think the dark blue will look great with the silvery curtains, my super 80's-tastic watercolors and our future bedroom furniture...because I sold all of our bedroom furniture on CL and we are totally sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Like grownups.