Baby C Update:
We shared a room with a sweet baby girl who had neurosurgery that day, and man, she was a trooper. These kids are so inspiring and somehow resilient. Come to find out, her and baby C had the same birthday, and were exactly the same age. I felt bad because as soon as she would calm down and go to sleep, he would start crying and then vise versa. If any of us got more than two hours of sleep, that was a lot. I felt like a zombie. We were all excited to go home, get some rest, and be able to get him better there. Each day has been better than the last. His swelling went down a ton, his sweet eyes are still a little black and blue, and his stitches and the glue they used are starting to dissolve. He still makes his way into our bed every night, usually around 4am, and Motrin has been our trusty friend. I feel so bad at times because he has no clue what’s going on, yet is still showing us glimpses of his smile and being as sweet as can be. I know that he won’t remember this part of it, but I do get worried about how I am going to explain things to him when he’s old enough to know what’s going on and there are more procedures to come. I guess that will be another bridge we cross when it comes.