Bad news! Hannah lost weight over the weekend, down to 13 pounds, 1 ounce. Fortunately, the doctor didn't seem too concerned--she's looking for overall pattern, so as long as the trend is upward, and averages between a half pound and two-thirds pound weigh gain per day, she'll be OK. I am so hoping we can get the tube out, though. Friday night Hannah managed to pull it all the way out. We found her with it flopping around Saturday morning, still taped to the side of her head. The home health folks had to come out and put it back in again (and this time they taped it more securely, with different stuff so her constant drooling doesn't make the tape come loose), and made arrangements to come back out on Thursday and teach me how to put it back in next time. Turns out the insurance company won't pay for them to come out and put it in again, so we have to learn to do it ourselves. And since Janet just can't hack something like that, it means I'm the one in the barrel on this one.

But she's eating a lot today, thank God.

Janet had her cataract surgery last Thursday and it went well. She had the patch taken off Friday afternoon and got to see Hannnah clearly for the very first time. (She took Hannah back with her when they removed the patch so Hannah would be the first thing she saw.) She is thrilled to NOT be seeing the little halos of light around headlights and street lights at night and can be heard giggling for what seems like no reason as she looks around when we drive at night. She goes back this Friday for another check up and will get new glasses in a couple more weeks. (The doctor said everything looked fine on Friday and there is no sign of a cataract in the other eye which supports the theory that this one was injury induced.)