Zach says, "look, you can see all of my face!!"
I like how this pic shows his face, name, and footprints in the background.
I love it when he holds my finger.
So tiny, such cute piggies.
So, while it sounds easy to pop up to the hospital for a feeding, it takes a lot longer than you'd think. Of course we are hoping that someone (usually daddy or grandma this week) is taking good care of the big kids at home during this routine.
I am also extremely frustrated right now with the pumping situation. The one huge thing I can do for Zach right now is to pump every 2-3 hours. I can't bathe him yet, I can't even walk around with him in my arms, he's attached to too many cords for that. There are way too many "I can't" things to list, so I'll stop. I can pump, and I am trying to do just that! However, my supply is dwindling dangerously low right now and I am freaking out that my supply will go away before he comes home. this is just another reason I'd love to be at the hospital to feed him more often. I always do much better when I'm at the hospital. I am told to do all these things to help me out, and I am, really I am. It just isn't helping. And me, the one who cries anyway, the hormonal post-partum woman, the mommy of 3, the mommy with a baby in the NICU, the person recovering from the C-section, the mommy worried about everthing, just can't help but cry, tears and tears, crying!! This just sucks at times!! It's good, there is so much positive, I know! I believe in the positive, I do! But, I have to say, that there are many, many more moments than I care to admit, that THIS JUST SUCKS!!!!!!!!!! I didn't expect this to be super easy, but honestly, this is just really hard. That's all I can say! I know Zach's doing great, but he's still not good enough to come home. He is still on his nasal cannula, and that means at least another couple of weeks before he could come home at the earliest. He's working on the eating thing (thus my rampage above). However, I want him home. I want my 2 kids to get to know their brother, and understand that he isn't just a thing we go "to the doctor" to see. He really is supposed to be part of our family, here, in the house. It stinks worrying about whether he drops his stats, is the test going to come back positive or not, will he be ok when I leave him. It sucks that I still hurt at times. It sucks that I can't pick up my big kids when they want me to hold them. It sucks that I am complaining right now. So, I'll stop, and be positive again.
It's the weekend. Skip is home now. We get to celebrate with family this weekend. Our sweet nephew, Josiah, is having a baby dedication on Sunday. That will be a positive occassion. We are also celebrating with family our sweet Calvin's upcoming second birthday. He will love it. We will try to work on the house and get it ready for Zach. It still has a long way to go.
I'm off to kiss and tuck in my big kids (who are already asleep). I didn't even get to see Emerald tonight. She was still napping when I left and asleep when I got home. Let's also hope Calvin sleeps thru the night. Not something he did well last night--4 times crying in the night, and awake to pump. Good night all!