Hi, Everyone –
After a breech c-section and tough recovery in the NICU, we are finally home.
6 lbs. 8 oz.
19 1/2″ long
He arrived feet first and kicking, to make sure that we would identify him properly.
We had a fun photo-shoot planned for the hospital, but as the NICU tends to frown on any sort of frivolity, we had to cancel it. However – we’ve arrived home and he is now off of any and all tubes, treatments, etc. His weight is back up to 6 lbs. 3 oz.
I’ll be posting more about his arrival on my blog over the next week or so, for those of you that enjoy all the gritty details.
Without further ado:
Just born, all cleaned up, but still in the operating room.
Shortly after arrival in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit)
Junior’s bed for the first few days.
The first time I got to hold Junior after he was sent to the NICU.
Notice that he’s hanging on for dear life!
Under the billirubin lights.
I call this our ‘Borg baby’ photo.
Mrs. S with Junior.
~We were in a shared room in the NICU because there weren’t any private rooms open.
The hospital has a policy that will allow parents to stay with their babies in a shared room… as long as the parents are awake. If you want to sleep, you have to leave – even if you’ve just had major surgery and are on narcotics, and even though there is a day bed in the room.
We weren’t willing to leave Junior alone, and I couldn’t drive because of the drugs. Mrs. S rescued me in the middle of the night, took me back to her house, fed me, cheered me up tremendously, tucked me into bed, acted as my on-call nurse all night and returned me to the hospital the next morning through the four inches of snow that had arrived since we’d left. Words cannot tell you how much I value her friendship.~
At home, off of all machines, tubes and wires at last.
Mr. Caffeinated, my hero, stayed awake for three solid days in order to be with Junior.
He’s also acting as Junior’s warming blanket.
Right where he ought to be.