Jacob is one month old today.
As of yesterday afternoon he weighed 3lbs 10oz.
We’ve come a long way. Here are some of the milestones from his first month:
-Ventilator taken off
-Umbilical IVs taken out
-CPAP taken off
-PICC line put in (that’s an IV from his foot to his heart)
-Humidity turned off in his incubator
-Oxygen taken off
-PICC line taken out
-Feedings “compressed” (a step from feeding tube towards bottle/breastfeeding)
The next steps are to learn to eat and to control his body temperature. And to just keep growing!
One of the best parts of my day is going to visit him for “kangaroo care,” which means they take him out of the box and put him on my chest under a bunch of blankets. We nap, we read, we listen to the nurses gossiping. It’s lovely.
In another month we can start thinking about when he’ll be coming home. They say most premies come home “at term,” which would be March 6 at the earliest. True this month went quickly…but another month feels like an eternity.
It’s been a wild, difficult month. I can’t pretend I don’t regret the 12 weeks I didn’t get to stay pregnant with Jacob. It’s true I complained about how big my belly was already, and aches and pains. But I wouldn’t have minded putting up with all that a little longer. It would certainly have been easier.
Still, as hard as it has been, I’ve also cherished getting to know this sweet, feisty baby. We get 12 extra weeks with him, even if it’s only a for an hour or two a day.
I wish he had been born later, and I’m glad he’s here now. I don’t know how to reconcile the two.
But Jacob is a joy and a blessing (just like all our children!) and I’m glad to be able to make this journey to health and [something approaching] wholeness with him.