|Emma came up to the hospital on Friday and met her baby brother. She immediately wanted to hold him and kept cooing over his "little nose" and "little eyes" and touching them softly. It was adorable and I was melting seeing the two of them together.|
|Everyone was tired on Friday - even our visitors! (Well, not Emma over there watching Netflix, but she's never tired).|
|James gave Emma a special gift - a baby of her own to take care of while Mama was taking care of the new baby.|
|She was pretty thrilled. The magnetic bottle was an especially big hit.|
At 1:30 we were both shaken awake by the night nurse who looked very concerned. She told us we needed to come to the nursery because James had taken a turn and needed to be admitted to the NICU. The weird breathing had come back, worse, and had not gone away and they'd had to put him on an oxygen machine. They were concerned that he had gotten a Group B infection.
I was so sleep deprived and there was so much information coming at me and it was so terrible and scary seeing all the things being done to my 48-hour old baby. He had blood work, IVs, an x-ray, all kinds of stuff. I was a sobbing mess. They went ahead and preemptively started him on IV antibiotics to fight infection while they started a blood culture. They told us we would be there 3-7 days.
|At least we got lots of sweet baby cuddles|
|Hooked up to lots of monitors, but they don't seem to bother him|
The rest of the day was a whirlwind. They whisked him off for his circumcision (he did so well!), we were scrambling to make arrangements for Emma and pack up our room and get ready to go. Finally around 6 we left the hospital and headed home, exhausted, but relieved and happy.
|Leaving the hospital as a family of four!|
The greatest blessing of all is that we have truly amazing friends. Emma was well looked after and when we arrived home Monday night, we discovered that three of our mama friends had been to our house - one did some laundry and cleaned, one did grocery shopping for us, and one had left a hot meal on the table. I was truly touched and cried because I was so grateful. They are better to us than we deserve. So good to be home!
But stay tuned for Hospital Part III...