Owen goes tanning...

Owen is testing high for bilirubin in his blood - that's the stuff that makes babies turn yellow and get jaundice - so the doctor prescribed photo-therapy for him. Basically, it means that he's got to lay under a special light that breaks down all the bad stuff in his blood. This is what it looks like:




As you can tell from the picture, it's not fun. He is so long that he can reach both ends of the thing, and he kicks and waves his arms around so much that he hurts himself against the sides. In addition, the light can cause blindness if the baby's eyes are exposed to it, so he has to wear special goggles and a hat pulled over his eyes, plus we have to keep his head covered by the sheet you see hanging down. Because he moves around so much, we have to watch him all the time to make sure he doesn't pull the sheet down on himself or expose his head to the light. That means that we've pulled all-nighters in order to watch him, and Matt and I are pretty much running on empty. His numbers today from his blood test were a lot lower, though, so hopefully this is his last night in his 'tanning bed'. It breaks my heart to see him in there.

On a happier note, here are some fun pictures from the last few days:



No, we didn't pose either of the above pictures. :)



Matt's dad came to visit and we took a three generation picture of the Farrell boys.



Owen is a cuddlebug.



Big stretch.



Hanging out with daddy after church.



Owen has huge hands. I'm thinking he'll be a great pianist. :)



And here are his enourmously long feet. The next Michael Phelps, perhaps?



His first bath at home.



Loving the hair brushing once again.



Baby burrito.



So cute.



My perfect little boy.