Oh, the joy! We started the morning with rounds and there was a whole lotta good news shared. Luke has officially moved to “ad lib” feeding which means that when I’m there I can nurse as long and as much as I want. Yippeeeeeeeeeeeee. He’s officially off surgery’s docket and we’re awaiting neurology’s take on Luke busting out of this joint.
Guess we’ll just watch and wait 🙂
So, it appears, at least in this moment, that discharge may be in our foreseeable future. Although, until the nurses tell me to take the artwork off Luke’s door, I won’t be a true believer.
Three more great things about today (in no particular order).
#1: On the way home, I heard “I Will Survive” on the radio. Ahh yeah. You know I busted out and sang along with those lyrics. If you were on 183 – northbound / southbound, no matter – this afternoon about 2:15ish, you may have heard me.
#2: My sweet friend Shannon survived the NICU scrub down and shot some fantastico photographs of the little man. Can not WAIT to see them. He was such a happy trooper and hardly cried. Wide awake and totally into the shoot. Already a camera hog. Definitely a Whitaker.
#3: I got to nurse Luke – twice. He went all milk drunk, arm limp and smiling with milk running out of his mouth. He even did that cute baby heavy breathing with a healthy dose of angel kisses. There was a little heaven in Room 8 today.
Scott and I divided and conquered this evening. He and Will enjoyed a flag football make-up game that quite nearly got rained out again. They won 18-8. Give it up for the “W.”
I went to the hospital for the nightly gig. Luke’s biggest fan, Dr. Michael was there and we had a few moments to chat. I’m not sure if we’ll see him again (he’s on again Monday and gives us a 50/50 chance of still being there) and I wanted to share our thanks. Funny how you have it all in your mind – you know this really eloquent, poetic gratitude-filled schpiel – and it comes out, “Thanks so much…for everything.” We both gave the nod of understanding. And then I watched him love on Luke for a while. It reminded me of Eric last weekend. Dr. M just stood there, patting Luke and telling him what a lucky, beautiful baby he was. Nearly made me tear up.
In a nutshell? Good day. Really, really good day. Here’s hoping that we keep that trend up and can bring the Master home very soon. Sleep well big man and don’t make the nurses snuggle too much.