I woke to my alarm at 12, 3, and 6, each time tiptoeing down the hall and into the nursery. Jacob wakes up as I move him around to change his diaper. He wolfs down the first half of the bottle, then after a big burp or two, I coax him to eat the second half. Sometimes good, sometimes not. Mostly he is eating 1.5 ounces per feeding.
Today the nurse is a stickler for the rules. So I’m not pushing it. Just sitting her getting caught up on blogging while Jakey sleeps. I’m still a little tired, so I may end up falling asleep in this rocking chair myself…unless that upsets the nurse.
The doctor came in around noon. She said he’s doing well. She commented that he is either sleeping comfortably or looking around contentedly whenever she’s checked on him. She said other than rapid breathing and a chest x-ray with a clear pneumonia on it, he doesn’t act sick at all. She said she’d like to try weaning him again, but she isn’t worried about him going home on oxygen. She made arrangements –well, told the nurse to make arrangements for us to “room in” with him for 24 hours before we take him home. So in theory, I’ll get to take him to our room Monday morning. It’ll be nice to have a room and nice to have him there with me. But even nicer the next day when we can go home!!!
We talked a little about the meth in his stool sample. She says all it indicates is that Cori used a methamphetamine at some point during the pregnancy. It doesn’t say what kind or when. She said it’s an insult to a growing brain, same as antidepressants are when a PG mom takes them during pregnancy. She said the answer she got from the “expert” was that we really don’t know how it will affect him and that the environment he grows up in can make a big difference.
Then the agency called to see if it would be okay if Cori and her dad talked with me on the phone. Scary! How do you say thank you for giving me your baby? I just wanted to cry. Both Cori and her dad (remember her mom’s name is Kim and her Dad is Todd and her brother is Cameron – CJ) were on the phone. The agency social worker was wonderful. She led the discussion, asked Cori if she had any questions for me. None. Then she asked me to tell Cori how Jacob was doing – and that we named him Jacob. Todd wanted to tell me how wonderful Cori is. The social worker asked me to tell them what kinds of things we like to do as a family. I talked about games, told them Dave played basketball in college, so we have a hoop in our driveway. We play games, do outdoor things as well as indoor games including PS2, guitar hero. Todd said Jacob will fit right in. Their family snow skis in the winter and water skis in the summer. They asked if they could send more “normal” pics of Cori (the Dad kept ranting and raving about what a wonderful girl she is) I said YES, of course. I explained I am not allowed to take pictures here, but I’ll get some sent as soon as he gets home. I asked if she would like it if I sent 2 copies, one for her mom. Cori said her Mom would love that. Todd talked about how he wasn’t sure how he’d handle having a grandson that wasn’t part of his everyday life, but that he just had a peaceful feeling and knew that Jakey has a wonderful family. As I’m writing this, I realize what an answer to prayers that is. We’ve prayed that Jakey’s birth parents (and I guess that includes birth grandparents) would feel at peace with their decision. It was a very nice phone call. Not scary at all. I told them how wonderful he is . And thanked them and promised to send photos. I also told them if they wanted to call again, to go ahead. I’d be happy to talk again if they wanted to.
It’s about 4 pm and the get up over and over again is getting to me. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. In theory we’ll get a room at about 9 am and I can feed him and sleep and feed him and sleep…in a bed. Phew!
Mom, Dad, & Karen came at about 8. They stayed for about a half an hour. Mom held him first. She commented on how much he looks like Marky. It’s the recessed chin. And we talked about how he fits our family. Then Dad held him. Then Aunt Karen, then Grandma once more. I updated them on how he was doing and they told me how Blanding was. It was fun to see them. When I fed Mark at 9, he didn’t go to sleep. I couldn’t leave him awake, so I ended up staying ‘til nearly 11 when he finally went to sleep. This time the nurse called me when he was hungry. But because his schedule was off, I slept from 11 til 2, then fed him then again til 5, then fed him, cleaned up my room so the nurse could put the cot and any signs of my presence away before she left, and I was up for the day.
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