It's only been two weeks, but I suppose that's long enough to have blogging feel strange and intimidating again. Just like the first few times. Weird. I didn't realize just how comfy I had grown with spilling my guts to all of cyberspace until now. Sitting here struggling to put into words the events of these past two weeks I recognize again why I love blogging. It is such a good outlet.
Well, as you know Oliver was born! He is beautiful and sweeter than we could've hoped. He sleeps tons, nurses like a champion and barely ever cries. I have fallen fast for him. And hard. I get carried away in his newborn deliciousness several times a day and have to remind myself to rejoin the land of the alert. After all I do have a big brother on the loose now. Who, by the way is just as awesome as ever.
Last night as I was pulling Miles out of the bath tub we heard Oliver crying. I said, "I think baby brother wants to eat." Miles got really excited and said "I've got my nipples on! I need to feed baby brother!" Hilarious I tell ya.
As far as the birth story goes, I plan on letting photographs tell the story. My beautiful friend and photographer was able to capture the most precious moments during baby Oliver's birth and I will be forever grateful.
Some of you know that the evening we brought Oliver home I noticed him having difficulty breathing. I called the Dr. the next morning and we were re-admitted to the hospital for a few days of observations and testing. The diagnosis was "most likely reflux" and we were sent home.
The very next morning baby and I were enjoying a nap and I woke with a start and just felt like I needed to check the baby. (Happens to all new mommies, yes?) I found him lying blue in his bassinet very still and not breathing. I quickly grabbed him up out of his bed and before he even reached my chest his color came back and he was breathing again.
Of course we were re-admitted to the hospital again that day. This time extensive testing was done to rule out any brain or heart issues that could have caused the ALTE (Apparent Life Threatening Event). Baby was a champ through it all and all the tests came back clean. Except one. Reflux. The Dr. said he was "eaten up with reflux" a diagnosis that was welcomed by Drew and I since it could have been so so much worse.
I was just happy my baby was alive.
We stayed in the hospital for several more days and were finally sent home with an apnea monitor so that if the lil guy tries anymore funny business the whole neighborhood will know it. That machine is LOUD. But thank God for it. And thank God for modern medicine and sweet nurses and good doctors.
I have an entire gratitude post just bubbling over in my heart but that will have to be for another day.
I just wanted to log in again and update you dear friends on what's been going on. Oliver is well. We are all doing wonderfully. A little rattled but we are happy to be home and together as a family of four.
Thank you all so much for the love and prayers,