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.