11 days in the NICU

After eleven days in the NICU, we're home.  We had some great help at the hospital, but we still felt like we needed to be in the room as much as possible.  It was stressful and tiring.  We made it through and brought the little guy home.

He had to come home on oxygen, as his oxygen levels were a little low.  It makes him look a little tragic with the cannula stuck up his nose.

My parents have come, which has been helpfull.  And my sister, Val.    We're kind of stuck in this baby limbo.  Every three hours for 45 minutes or so, it's "change the baby, feed the baby, snuggle the baby"  and repeat.

The Saturday after we got home, we threw a party for Andrews birthday.  A small fiesta, with tacos and  cheese dip and a pinata and a tres leches  cake.  Even with everyone chipping g in. I was wiped.  Although I asked everyone else to please look-dont-touch the baby (too many people in too short a time) of course I knew it was too much to ask for.  We gave baby x a bath that night before falling into bed myself.

Val is gone, and replaced with my sister Sonya.  It is wonderful having all this help.

Pic from one of his early days in the NICU 

The Bump

I realized I haven't taken many pictures of myself during this special time.  Pregnancy has done a number on me, though all in all I know it's been an easy one. Many women have a harder time than I, but that doesn't mean much at midnight, then 2:30, then 5am when the heartburn hits.

My natural reticence for picture taking aside, there should be a few out there for posterity (namely, my posterity).  If there is a picture of my own mother pregnant with me, I would love to see it.  Modesty runs in the family, I guess.

Here I am, in all my pregnant glory, against the back drop of my weedy (it's way too hot and I'm way too tired at the end of the day to care much) back yard.