Day 2 - Breathing is good! Thank goodness for the steroid shots Sara got for his lungs when she was hospitalized the week before. We finally get to see his sweet face and fall instantly in love with it (apologies to our instagram followers who put up with our baby-spam).
Also, Sara gets rid of her cath bag. Just as exciting! Although the kids were divided over whether it was cool or completely gross. Baby Bruce meets his five older siblings!
Day 4 - Sara is discharged (kicking and screaming?) and we lose our bed. Many uncomfortable sleeps on the bench in Bruce's room in our future. This is going to be fantastic for recovery from major abdominal surgery! Said no c-section NICU mom, ever.
Day 5 - No more IV! Bruce misses the plastic cap that covered it, though. So delicious and fun to lick.
Day 6 - During the long *coughboringcough* days of nursing and kangaroo care alone in our baby's room, Mike starts talking about starting a blog of his own - Point/Counterpoint - to balance Sara's. He receives a passive eye roll, but actually that would be kind of funny :)
Day 7 - Can't. Stop. Crying. Tread carefully, people. And for the love of God, do not poke or joke with Sara. Mike, Charlie, Grammie...all casualties. At one point Sara falls asleep (on the bench of course) mid-cry. Wakes up an hour later and immediately within seconds of regaining consciousness resumes crying. Pulls it together (barely) when the nurse wheels the bath in for Bruce's his first bath!
You can totally tell that I was crying moments before.. :/
Day 10 - We come home as usual after his midnight feed. While doing the rounds of kissing sleeping kids on the forehead, find Quinn asleep half under her bed. Yup, business as usual here.
Day 12 - Mike buys himself a cookie in the cafeteria. Bites into it, realizes it's raisins and not chocolate chips. String of profanities ensues. Sara starts typing into her phone. Mike says, "What, are you putting that in your blog??" Of course not....maybe.
Day 14 - Bruce refuses to nurse or take a bottle. Feeds from his NG tube for every feed All. Day. Long. Mommy is so frustrated. He won't be discharged if he's relying on the NG tube. It's also Sara's baby shower today which was bitter sweet with no pregnant belly or sweet baby in tow. We've completed two weeks of this now. We are tired and we are frustrated. Feeling overcome with guilt for not being home with the other 5 kids, missing work, using up all our favours with friends and family. Guilt every time we leave the house and every time we leave the hospital. It's a no-win situation, and our spirits are pretty low.
Day 15 - In the middle of the night after we've left and he's all alone, Bruce decides enough is enough! He's tired of seeing his mommy cry and he yanks his own feeding tube out. #batmanbaby #dontmesswithbruce #rageagainstthemachine #whostheboss
Doctor says OKAAAY FIIINE! Does not reinsert the tube and puts him on demand feeding :) The next step to going home!
No wires! No tubes! It was such a novelty to us to be able to walk around the room with him :)
Day 17 - We drop the kids off at school and head to the hospital. We've made this drive back and forth so many times we could do it with our eyes closed (and probably have).....or could we... After driving for awhile we realize we're LOST. Seriously?? Yes, seriously. Twenty minutes and a couple more wrong turns later we reach the hospital, but at least we're laughing :)
And doc says Brucey can come home!!
Awww..somebody is exhausted! (and I'm not talking about Bruce...)
Now the REAL challenge begins...life as a family of 8! Wish us luck....
And a truly sincere thank you to everyone who helped us the last few weeks. You were generous with your time, with gifts and baby supplies and dinners, you loved our other kids and made sure their lives were as normal as possible, you visited us in the hospital and lifted our spirits and helped the time pass, and many many other things. We had no idea we had such an amazing support system and we are truly blessed and grateful. <3