James is home. We brought him home Wednesday night. Discharge took two hours. His grandmas and siblings waited for him in the family waiting room. He wore a cute knit outfit with a brontosaurus on it. We came home and ate a celebratory meal of leftovers.
How is he doing? Pretty well, I guess. Thursday our home health care nurse came and was glad to see him moving and looking about. From the information on her paper she expected a "limp baby." Friday he met our family practitioner who was happy to see some good reflexes. They both thought his g tube site looked good. He sleeps a lot and usually nipples half of his feedings and then needs to be tubed the rest.
Lydia and Bennet like him a lot. Bennet, who wildly flaps his arms when he's excited, should have been taught "gentle" in preparation for this homecoming. I messed that one up. But he also gives his little brother unprompted kisses that will melt your heart. Lydia likes to hold him and is upset that she can't give him a bottle. She's very proud to tell people his name. It's quite sweet.
Today his g tube gushed formula while he cried during a bath. It freaked me out and I cried. After a day of horrible napping he also slept 10 hours last night without waking up to eat. That makes me nervous. I guess 7 week olds sleep a lot and only need a little bit of food to feel full, but I'm worried that he doesn't seem more hungry and less tired.
Preparing and giving a him a bottle takes a long time, and it's going to take a while to get down a new routine in the mornings that incorporate James. I'm scared about that. I'm scared about a lot of things, actually.
It's good having him home. We just have to figure out our new normal.
He's so handsome. I'll post some pictures soon.