'He's going home today.'
It was the longest walk down such a short hall. Ali was carrying Hamza and I was carrying Faris in the car seat, attached to his monitor and oxygen. The tears were streaming down my cheeks as the nurse followed us out. Every step forward was one closer to Faris finally coming home and our days in the NICU one step further behind us.
After a brief battle with actually getting the car seat into the car, we were on our way home. I sat in the back with my two boys in complete awe. My two boys in the same place at the same time and they were all mine.
It has been an interesting month so far. About two doctor appointments each week and one long trip to the ER in order to get a correct reading on his Potassium level in his blood (not anything serious). Weight checks, a lung doc and a couple of eye doctor appointments so far and I was pretty happy that we only had to see one of those doctors this week.
Hamza still isn't quite sure what this thing is doing here and sometimes I wonder how they let this little boy go home with us so soon but I am happy that they did. Bruno took to this baby much better than he did Hamza. In fact, he cuddles up next to me on the ground while we do our 3AM & 6AM feedings every morning.
He is gaining weight very well. He was 7lbs 7oz last Saturday and I am sure that he has gone up to almost 8lbs, if not more by this weekend.
I love having two little boys. I love when Hamza says 'Faysis' and 'broder' and pats him and says 'Nice.' We sit together on the bed while Faris is eating and watch Bubble Guppies and my heart just feels so full again with my boys next to me. I love seeing Faris in Hamza's baby clothes. It has only been a few things as Hamza went right into 3 month sized clothes and Faris is still in Newborn size but the few pieces that fit bring a smile to my face.
I am still shocked that I have two kids or maybe that it just seems real now that I am the one taking care of him and not the NICU nurses.
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