Today was Brandt’s estimated due date, and he’s almost nine weeks old. Crazy.
We’re still adjusting to having him at home. It’s a delight to hold him and kiss him whenever I please. But it’s also exhausting, as caring for a newborn always is, with an extra measure due to his special needs as a preemie. Because of his hypoglycemia, we have to feed him every three hours round the clock. We have to check his blood sugar every morning, and we have to administer a variety of medications to him at different points in the day. He also has a lot of ongoing appointments, with weekly visits to the pediatrician and follow-up consultations with all the specialists who saw him in NICU. I’m definitely asking God for a lot of strength, so that I won’t get overwhelmed by everything involved in caring for Brandt.
But, thankfully, Brandt seems to be thriving at home. He gained 10 oz in his first week with us, which was very reassuring. And his future’s so bright…
…he’s gotta wear shades. Or he saw the ophthalmologist today. Either way, really.