Self update: I was discharged from the hospital on Saturday, I feel better than I have in a LONG, LONG time. My poor hubby is still recovering, I think. He kept saying, “you can NEVER get sick again.” However, I received a report from my friend, also the nurse at the peds clinic I sent Jackson to last week with Daddy, that Daddy did “amazing!” and “you would be so proud Amanda, he knew everything about the baby. He even knew his discharge weight. He’s such a good daddy.” I know, my friend, I know. And Jackson and I are lucky to have him.
the picture my hubby drew on my hospital board.
The last 2 weeks have touched every single emotion I have. I can cry in a split second, and I just shrug when it happens, because it’s often out of love or pride, but some times our of pure exhaustion. Jackson is so much more than I ever expected – so much more amazing and so much more work. But the most “worth it” thing ever.
His spitting is getting somewhat better. Or maybe, more realistically, we are learning how to avoid it, predict it, and manage it. This includes a stack of burp cloths in every room. He’s perfectly happy to puke and move on, he’s not in pain, and he’ll grow out of it. We’ll just do lots of laundry for a while.
He’s still in NB cloths and NB diapers… for maybe a few more days. His cheeks and legs are filling out, losing the itty-bitty baby wrinkles, which makes me so sad. His tummy’s round and kissable. He lost his belly button today. I just know I’ll turn around and he’ll be preschool. It’s all going too fast.
the cat’s curious. Jackson’s enjoying naked time to air out his poor little hiney after the diarrhea from my antibiotics.
We’ve done two east river road trips, that’s 1600 miles. He travels so well, and we feel so blessed about that. He sat through class with me last week. Such a big life already for such a little man.
Despite the fact that I am sleep deprived. And I didn’t shower yesterday. Or study for my test today. Life is amazing. We are in love and blessed. He is worth every moment.
reunited after my discharge from the hospital.