Better, but still there

After a rough night of feeling like inducing my baby brought all of this on (yes, my fears of being selfish came back to haunt me), today is a better day.

We talked to our pediatrician group last night and the on-call doc made us feel better about some things. For instance, when a nurse taking care of your child exclaims, "We NEVER get babies this little here," you tend to freak the shit out. Also overheard on Floor 9, "Oh feeding him milk from a cup? We've never done that! But wow, now everyone is going to want to do it."

Ummmm. Right. Moving on.

Jack slept well, we slept like shit. He was awake from 4-6 a.m. eating and hanging out. We read him his favorite Elmo book and played a little and he finally went back to sleep. He seems unfazed by all of it. Me, well, better now. No more crying. I can discuss it rationally, which is, you know, nice for Josh since he could not have a conversation with me for more than 10 seconds.

This morning the doctor from our pediatrician's office came in on rounds and made us feel more positive. She said he looks "like a healthy baby" and she did not seem overly concerned. This was after a visit from the resident (note: not a fan of residents these days) who told us they heard "a little heart murmur" and he would need an EKG. Whaaaaaaat? I told her I had 13 ultrasounds and at every single one they remarked how great his heart was.

The doctor said she could not hear it, shook her head and told us we did not need the EKG.

And saving the best for last, they said his bloodwork came back fine and we did not have to wear the yellow gowns and masks and gloves anymore. Oh, and they think it might just be a urinary tract infection. Can't we just pump him with a little cranberry juice and be done with it?

So we should be home tomorrow afternoon.

Happy Valentine's Day!