Today, after having my little-boy-blue home from the hospital for a week, my mother-in-law came and babysat him so I could attend church and sustain my husband as 2nd counselor to the bishop. I gulped and swallowed a bit as I watched him take that long walk to the stand, where he will be sitting up front until who knows when (while I sit at home with our high-risk newborn until who knows when) and our kids sit with...whichever nice folk can stand to sit by them I guess.
I was asked to speak for a minute and mentioned that the Stake President had asked us to come and meet with him (to extend the call) while Luke was still in the hospital. When I heard what Mark was being asked to do I only went into hysterics for a short minute, pretty good really for someone recovering from childbirth and intense stress. And the hysterics were mostly just laughter at the whole situation--I don't think I alarmed Pres. Sorenson too much. I think Mark will do a great job and really don't think things will be that hard on our family or on me personally. In fact, maybe some of the extra time on our knees getting ready for this baby might prepare us a little for this new job, at least in the humility department. We know we can't do anything without Him and that with His help we can do whatever we need to.
Luke has been home for a little over a week now. He is steadily growing as we cheer him on with every feeding. Literally. I'm supposed to weigh him every morning and make sure that he gains 20-30 grams a day. He came home with a feeding tube so that when he was too wiped out to finish his fortified bottle I could pour the rest down the hatch. Well, he yanked the tube out after two days and I had to put it back in myself. Never again please! He started doing better at finishing his bottles, so when he ripped it out again on Friday night I decided to not put in a new one and see if we can keep up his weight gain without it. (We haven't told the doctor yet, shh.) So far so good but I'm pretty stressed if he falls asleep half way through a feeding. As soon as I get him good and fat I'm allowed to start nursing him and can ditch the dang "milk machine" , (Breast pump) that makes me feel like I'm feeding twins, especially in the middle of the night when I just want to go back to sleep. Mark has been FABULOUS to help and make sure I get as much sleep as possible. I'm just so in love with him right now, even more than when he takes out the garbage without being reminded.
|The window in the operating room where Luke got "passed off" to the pediatricians. This is why I delivered in the OR, I didn't have a c-section or anything like that.|
|Mark's first time in scrubs.|
|We were happy that kids were allowed to visit the CICU (cardiac ICU) and see Luke before his surgery.|
|Luke's welcome home.|
|All my kids hanging out for coloring time at the kitchen table.|
|Just thought I'd take some nice pictures while he is tubeless. Hopefully he'll stay that way.|
|"Why can't my mom get her pictures to go the right way???"|
|This would be a nice shot except his cheek is still a little red from the tape that held his tube in place, and you can also see the prick marks in his hand from all of his IVs.|
|Luke is looking a little concerned about this situation.|