One Week Later

My son is one week old today, almost to the hour. We are still in the hospital, but we have made serious progress. Last Friday, things looked good for Monday to go home. Monday came and went, but things looked good for Wednesday. Now, Tuesday's report leaves us with Friday. I can only hope things go as planned. It is already almost Wednesday, and when I think of how much progress he has to make in only two days, I have a little anxiety attack. My boy is strong, though.

Status:

He is still on oxygen, but what he is getting is just above what is equivalent to room air. He still just needs a little boost. So far, the cultures for bacterial and viral infection have come back negative. There are a few more viral tests awaiting results. His antiviral course will be complete on Friday, so regardless of the results, he will be healthy. He has to come down off the oxygen completely and remain off of it for 24-48 hours. The neonatal specialist says he still breathing too hard, so where one day is generally all that is asked, she may require two. His temperature is perfect, and he needs to show more weight gain since they're turning down his IV fluids. I hope I can keep up with him. It seems like so much for a little boy to endure; he doesn't even know how good it will be at home.

Thanks for all the support; you have no idea how wonderful it is to know people are thinking of us and showing love for our little man.

We get a little bit of news from the doctors every morning, and we'll keep you posted as we know more.

Happy one week, son. My wish for you is that we celebrate two weeks with our whole family at home.