JF 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.
L and Ben like him a lot. Ben, 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. L 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 JF. 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.