BEEP BEEP BEEP.... BUZZZZ BUZZZZ...... STEP, STEP, STEP, STEP.... CLICK, SHUT. DING...DING....DING... TALKING. BABY CRYING.. STEP, STEP, STEP, STEP...LIGHTS ON.. BEEEP.. BEEEEEP... TALKING.. CLICK, CLICK. TALKING... BUZZZZ..BUZZZ... TALKING..LIGHTS OFF..DING.....DING.....DING.
These are the noises that go on during most of the day at the NICU. I hope it is much more quiet for him while he is sleeping in his isolette.
Yesterday was the most wonderful time that I have spent with him. I arrived at the hospital at 1:30 in order to attend the NICU support group but found out they do not have the meetings during the summer. Having been slightly disappointed, I went to see Faris and get an update from his nurse knowing that it would instantly cheer me up!
I don't think I have ever been excited about someone close to me working on a double chin but I am cheering this little man on as if it were the Superbowl! His weight is hanging out at about 3lbs and the doctor has left his feed at 3.9ML to let him get used to it. He is still gaining but looses a little after he poops. I guess when you only weigh 3 lbs, pooping can really have an effect on the scale. If only we could all be so lucky.
Faris has been having a small issue with remembering to breath. He had a BRADY yesterday and one also this morning when I called in to see how his night went. The good part is that he recovers himself after only a few seconds. The nurses do not need to stimulate or wake him up at all when it happens. They are not worried about it so I will try not to be either. TRY...TRY......
Now on to the best part of my day, holding my tiny little Faris.
The nurse took him out and stuck him right down in my shirt. It is called Kangaroo Care and after the first time doing it, I understand why they named it so. He just sits down in my shirt, tucked into it and giving a little cry as if to say, 'What are you doing to me?'. He gets a blanket over him and then we just lay there. The nurse put a screen behind me and I closed my eyes and just touched and loved on him. I told him about Bruno, what his brother is doing in Utah. How proud his daddy is of him. His Bebe and how excited she is to see him when he comes home and that his Aunt Katie will be here to meet him in a few weeks (11 days actually.... though I am SO not counting down the days.) Steph & Lyndsay also came to visit, so I made sure to tell him when they got there.
We just laid there and napped together, more him than I on the napping part. It was so wonderful. He picked up his little head and put his hand underneath it at one point. The little noises he makes are just so sweet. I love when he stretches out like he finally is free from his nest inside the isolette. I just love him.
I can't go to the gym yet. Hamza is still in Utah. I am not fully recovered from the C Section and can't do all of the usual stuff around the house. Being with Faris is my outlet. My happiness. My heart. I left the hospital last night feeling so happy and content and ready to face another week with my head up, no support group needed.
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