I was gonna finish up my post with Little's birth story today, but we were forced into the ER on Monday and I've been working on this post and that one simultaneously. The birth story can wait another day or two, right now I need to focus on getting my little one well again and let people know why I'm asking for prayers.
We spent Wednesday running back and forth to the hospital. Thank goodness it's so close to us! We feed him every three hours and spend about an hour there at a time, so one of every three hours is spent with our little man. I would stay the whole day, but for two hours, I would just be staring at him while he bathes under the blue lights. I can't pick him up or anything, so I figure my time would be better spent getting things ready for him to come home. We were left with a whole lot to do because he decided to come early.
I miss my Little so much. It killed me to walk away from the hospital on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. If I could've figured out a comfortable way to sleep on two metal folding chairs, I think I would've spent the night with him! I was up bright and early Wednesday morning and went to feed him again. We had to come back home right away though because Little peed all over his daddy! Diaper fail! LOL : ) I did much better on Wednesday. I know this whole thing is harder on his daddy and I than it is on him. He sleeps most of the day and when he's awake, we're there to feed him, burp him and change him. By the time we leave, he's asleep again. The nurse told us that if his levels keep dropping like they have been, we should be able to bring him home late Thursday. I'm praying that comes true. Being home without him feels... wrong. He's only been in our lives for a week, but it feels like he's always been here. So to have him gone is just gut-wrenching. I cannot wait till he can come home with us.