Saturday, September 3, 2011

Survival Mode

We are home from the hospital!

Our biggest challenge is feeding our little sweetheart. He ate like a champ in the hospital--six ounces Friday morning. Since then, he hasn't taken more than a couple of ounces at a feeding. Feeding our babe through a syringe is like . . .

trying to fill a swimming pool . . .

through a straw . . .

using a garden hose.

at the hospital

It takes about an hour per feeding, and it seems like at least half of what goes in comes right back out. Today we fed him about every two hours. Such a task would have been impossible had it not been for my wonderful husband. Sam is a star, and the best dad ever.

Isaac wears little splints on his arms to keep him from touching his face. We have to keep an eye on that kid. As soon as he flails his hands loose, he goes right for the face. I thought he would HATE the splints, but he doesn't seem to mind.

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