In the last seven days, they have stopped the ventilator and he has been breathing on his own since Sunday Sept. 4th. Since he has been born he has gone from eating (through a mouth tube) 1cc's of breast milk every 6 hours to 5cc's of breast milk every 3 hours, because he is taking my milk so well. He has lost several ounces and as of last night weighed in at 2lbs. 2oz. So we are hoping with his milk increase he will start to gain weight. His jaundice light is still on and will probably be on for the next day or two. His belly rubine has gone from 5.8 down to 5.3, but the doctor is more comfortable for him to be in the 3 or 4's before his little goggles can come off. Last night at the hospital I noticed a little infection behind one of his ears, so the nurse cleaned it and put ointment on it to help it heal. For the last few days I have been able to hold Houston with skin to skin contact or they call it kangarooing for 30mins. We both love this time of day and as he gets bigger I will be able to hold him longer periods of time.
Jason has been AMAZING through this process and so supportive of me going to the hospital everyday. He has been so strong for our family and has planned out our days on who, what, when and where goes to the hospital and with Landon. He has been off work this week and goes back on Monday. I can not drive till Friday so I am having help getting around and taking Landon to school and going back and forth to hospital through my mom and dad this week till I can start back driving.
My staples came out on Friday, thank goodness those are gone. A c-section is no joke and I hope to never have one again.
I am still having mixed feelings about the events we are in and are facing in the months to come. I know I cant turn back time and cant question myself on the whys and what ifs and what's wrong with me. I have to look at the positive going forward because this is something God has decided we must go through. I am blessed to have a baby who is with us and doing phenomenally well. A baby who will come home in just a few short months. A baby who is so perfect in every way yet so tiny. And I am blessed beyond measure to have a healthy and perfect family who I love SO much and is so supportive and understanding. I keep praying along with hundreds of people, some who we don't even know, on my little family. I have to look at the positive on all the things that are going right and not dwell on the things that went wrong. I am still an emotional wreck, but it gets better everyday as I process it and get a grip on our new lives at the moment.
Trying to balance 2 boys for sure is pulling on my heart strings. I want and need to be there for both boys in so many ways. So when I am with Landon I feel guilty for not being with Houston and when I am with Houston I feel guilty for missing out on things with Landon. That is where Jason has been amazing through out this week and spending time with Landon while I am at the hospital with Houston and making both boys feel special and loved.
I know this is a lot to read, but I am really doing this for me so in 6 months, 1 year, 2 year I can look back and read what we have gone through and how far we have come.
For now I will leave you with a few pictures of our miracle boy.
On a side note: Houston's nurse for the past 3 days has a son also named Houston and a husband named Jason. When I walked in his room 3 days ago the first thing she said to me was I have a son named Houston who is 5 years old. She has been working there for 13 years and never had a Houston. Shes been great with him and we really like her. We have never heard of anyone with the name Houston (thats why we named him that) and it took us to the NICU to find one person with that name.