“And at the same time that I saw this bodily sight, our Lord showed me a spiritual vision of his familiar love. I saw that for us he is everything that is good and comforting and helpful. He is our clothing wrapping and enveloping us for love, embracing us and guiding us in all things, hanging about us in tender love, so that he can never leave us. And so in this vision, as I understand it, I saw truly that he is everything that is good for us.”
After 58 days, Lucy, Samantha, Clare and Issac finally get to meet their baby brother.
No more afternoons in the NICU (and dropping the kids off at friends’ houses.)
Since he came home Saturday morning, many of our NICU nurse friends and our most fabulous lactation consultant, who really held our hands through this whole process, weren’t there to see us off. But Dr. Cudihy (who attended Jacob’s birth) happened to be there, which was fitting, since neither of us would be here without his help.
Still working on getting my milk supply functional. I’m making enough in a day to be about half a feeding. Jacob’s appetite is growing faster than I can keep up with!
Thank you so much for all the prayers you have showered on us during the last two months! (Not to mention the clothes, diapers, gift cards, meals…it’s a long list.) Now we just have to work out this whole having-a-baby-at-home thing…again. It gets easier, but it’s still new every time. This time around we have so much help – Lucy is preparing formula bottles, Samantha is folding clothes, Clare is (reluctantly) disposing of diapers, and Isaac is showing Jacob his toy power tool set. My mom and brother are here for the weekend, so the dishes are always clean. Everyone if fighting for baby-holding privileges. I think we’re just excited to finally start this adventure together, as a family.
Today would have been 36 weeks. On Friday Jacob will be eight weeks old.
We had hoped Jacob might be coming home today, but he had another “brady” episode (where his heart slows down and he turns blue) so the earliest we can hope for now is Saturday. He is eating like a teenage boy already, and we’re making a little bit of progress nursing, so it’s just up to him now to remember to breathe and keep his heart going until Saturday. If he makes it five days in a row, it’s very unlikely he’ll have trouble with it again, so that’s when the doctors will feel comfortable sending him home.
Friends, family, and strangers have been so generous. We have been given clothes, diapers, wipes, a co-sleeper bed, blankets, burp rags, food…and many things I’m forgetting at the moment. There is no way we can ever be grateful enough for all the love that has been showered on us.
So we’re spending Mardi Gras with friends, and still waiting and praying. I shouldn’t be impatient – when we started this adventure we were expecting Jacob home a month from now. Even Saturday, even a week from Saturday, would still be early. But I am impatient! I am ready for Lucy, and Samantha, and Clare, and Isaac to meet their brother. I am ready for all the snuggling. Not really ready for all the crying, pooping, and waking up at night…but I’ll take it. I’m past ready for this baby to come home.
He would have been 35 weeks gestation today…hard to believe he shouldn’t have been born for another month.
His feeding tube was out when we visited this evening. Craig loves feeding him (a privilege he hasn’t had often, since we usually try to avoid bottles.) Jacob has been finishing 7 of his 8 bottles for several days now…as soon as he does 8 of 8, two days in a row, then they’ll let him start feeding on demand. If he proves he will eat enough that way, not just sleep all the time and starve, then he gets to go home. We are so close!
Keep the prayers coming! His siblings can’t wait to finally meet their new brother!