Elijah weighs 5 lbs 11 oz today. They tell us that he will have at least another 5 weeks in the hospital, but that doesn't really mean anything to me except that they expect him to leave one day. I've sort of settled into a comfortable routine at the hospital, so I guess things could be worse. One of my favorite nurses is on vacation for the next two weeks, which has seriously bummed me out. I'll be thankful when she's back.
I started having weird fears the other day. I wondered how being in the hospital for this long would affect Elijah developmentally. I worried that he would sit up for the first time in his hospital room, or that his first words would be "IV Support" or "Urgent Message: Vent Disconnect." Being his mother, I have gross over-estimations about my child (the cutest baby in the world) and the abilities that he (the smartest baby in the world) is capable of. He has been very alert lately, and I've worried that his limited surroundings might be under-stimulating him. Then I remember that he sleeps 16-20 hours out of the day and that maybe my fears are unfounded.
I'll give a proper update tomorrow. Right now, it's midnight, and I have to wake up in four hours to pump milk, so goodbye until the morning when I will sit down and write a real, substantial post.
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