The mundane begins

After being freed from the confines of the hospital bed on Sunday afternoon, I, Emily,   have taken up the most ancient of occupations known to humanity...that of the ferocious she-bear.  I delight in that image. 

Yesterday was our first "normal" day.  I spent much of the time in NICU gazing adoringly and with delight in our kicking- and-pulling-out-all-his-wires-and-cpap -prongs son.  He is such a wiggling nut. 

So far we've just had one kangaroo care time (where he is held next to our skin) because Luke has some digestive issues.  To put it lightly, he's all bunged up.  Thankfully the nurses and drs know what to do about that and if thats the least of our worries then we are golden.

I've found secret safe spots in the hospital where privacy for pumping and napping can be found.  I will not tell you where these places are.  Keep it secret; keep it safe.

Bryce is back to work.  Its another busy week at Drake Meats with a consultant coming on Thursday from the UK, and a giant pole being raised for network acutriments going up today.  Bryce came in last night and had a chance to take many photos of our new beloved one.  It had been a while since we slept in the same room, let alone bed, and this too has been a healing balm.

I'm staying at Ronald McDonald House and finding that it exceeds my expectations.  The staff and volunteers are friendly, the space is restful.  I love observing the families that are there interacting with their children.  And I love that there seems to be a general state of good will and restful peace about the place.  Could even Ronald Macdonald be a   conveyour of the holy?  I'm trying hard to keep an open mind...actually I'm not really trying too hard.

So, today is more of the same.  I'll try to make it to rounds, I'll pump and nap hopefully hold Luke and maybe even find some time to buy some groceries.  

This will be the last blog we post on Facebook.  If you want to follow our blog, we will keep it updated probibly once a week.

Thanks for your love, all.