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We're on day 4 of antibiotics, right? Almost half over? So why does it feel like FOREVER?
It was so hard to leave him there last night. I sit up in bed at night imagining him crying in his bed alone, and he's so happy, when I'm there with him...I imagine the nurses giving him formula while I pump, just because it's easy to get confused, they keep moving him from nursery to nursery, and most of the babies in there eat formula.
Now there's ANOTHER stupid hurricane coming towards us. They're saying it will most likely hit Southwestern Florida this weekend. And it will most likely be up to a Category 3 by tomorrow night. And what the heck am I supposed to do, if my baby is in the hospital and we have some major hurricane coming? What the hell is this even about, anyway, hurricanes in mid October? Hurricanes happen in August. And by happen, I mean one threatens us and moves on. This season has been insane.
I have a lot to be thankful for. A LOT. I'm trying to remember that.
-When I got home, Isaac's face lit up, and he started DANCING and then ran to me for hugs. Ananda heard from the other end of the house and came bolting down the hallway screaming Mommy Mommy Mommy! They were all so thrilled. And I had a pile of packages waiting for me, and my mother and sister had taken such good care of them - changing cloth diapers, cooking them homemade food, sticking to all their routines - that I never had to worry, while I was away.
-I have a man here who brought the baby to and from me and did all the burping and changing, the whole time we were in the hospital. At one point he was lifting up all of my sagging muscles and skin, to clean my incision, and looked up at me in the middle of it to tell me I was beautiful in such a way that I actually believed him. This after the labor support and before all the comfort and worry together, at home...
-And of course most of the babies around Jake are actually having big problem, not just sitting there, big and healthy, until their antibiotics are gone.
So...I should really stop crying all the time.
It was so hard to leave him there last night. I sit up in bed at night imagining him crying in his bed alone, and he's so happy, when I'm there with him...I imagine the nurses giving him formula while I pump, just because it's easy to get confused, they keep moving him from nursery to nursery, and most of the babies in there eat formula.
Now there's ANOTHER stupid hurricane coming towards us. They're saying it will most likely hit Southwestern Florida this weekend. And it will most likely be up to a Category 3 by tomorrow night. And what the heck am I supposed to do, if my baby is in the hospital and we have some major hurricane coming? What the hell is this even about, anyway, hurricanes in mid October? Hurricanes happen in August. And by happen, I mean one threatens us and moves on. This season has been insane.
I have a lot to be thankful for. A LOT. I'm trying to remember that.
-When I got home, Isaac's face lit up, and he started DANCING and then ran to me for hugs. Ananda heard from the other end of the house and came bolting down the hallway screaming Mommy Mommy Mommy! They were all so thrilled. And I had a pile of packages waiting for me, and my mother and sister had taken such good care of them - changing cloth diapers, cooking them homemade food, sticking to all their routines - that I never had to worry, while I was away.
-I have a man here who brought the baby to and from me and did all the burping and changing, the whole time we were in the hospital. At one point he was lifting up all of my sagging muscles and skin, to clean my incision, and looked up at me in the middle of it to tell me I was beautiful in such a way that I actually believed him. This after the labor support and before all the comfort and worry together, at home...
-And of course most of the babies around Jake are actually having big problem, not just sitting there, big and healthy, until their antibiotics are gone.
So...I should really stop crying all the time.
