So, I feel like I should start today’s post with a joke or something. Y’all are a patient bunch and I hate to make you cry every night. I mean, I’ve seriously cried enough for all of us!
Luke and I both had a good night. At his 8am feed, I was excited to learn that the doctor had resumed feedings, just at a smaller level, 20cc. So, over the next day, we’ll build back up to 30cc. His bilirubin levels are down to 8.2 and he’ll stay under the light until sometime on Sunday. The IV should come out tomorrow as well. Creatnine is down to .6. Overall, we’re headed in the right direction.
The only blip is he has a feeding tube down his mouth, rather than his nose, which makes feedings a bit interesting. We’re working through it. Hopefully tomorrow morning, it will be back in his nose and he’ll be off, running and eating like a big guy.
Today, Scott, the kids, Nana and Papa and Uncle D and Aunt A came down after the flag football game. It was really good to see them, and to get out of the hospital for lunch. The sunshine was good for me!
We just keep working on taking it one feeding at a time and trying not to think about a discharge date. We’re happy that another baby in our bay, Nola, went home yesterday. Although, we gained a set of twins and another baby about mid-afternoon. Always busy in the NICU.
Tonight, I got a double dose of Whitaker love when Scott and the kids came down for a quick dinner after their soccer games. If I haven’t said it lately, I married a super dad. I’ve talked a lot about the craziness of the NICU, but all the while Scott’s been keeping things humming at home and the kids are doing great. I love you, sweetheart.
So, here’s to a restful night for all of us and another day of small victories.