Buck is ready to pack hospital bags now. Late last night I tapped his arm to wake him up. He woke up startled and immediately assumed it was time to go to the hospital. I didn't even think about that. I just needed him to help me roll over so I could get up to pee. Ah, the end of pregnancy is so graceful and sweet.
More John stories...
When we brought him home, he slept like superman for a while. When the doctor checked him out of the hospital, he noticed that John was turning a bit yellow and told us to keep an eye on it. He said if it was much worse, to make an appointment for Monday (we came home on a Saturday). Well, it was worse. We went for our first visit to the pediatrician, Dr. Belvin, and immediately fell in love. He is such a nice, laid-back, happy, playful man. And, he had his third child just a few days after John was born, so it's nice to ask him for advice. Anyway, John's biliruben was really high so they ordered him a bili bed. It was almost like a light table for x-rays, but it glowed bright blue. We were supposed to keep him on it at all times except when he was eating. He didn't seem to mind it, but I minded not getting to hold him all the time. We had to go back every day for a week or so to get his heel pricked and check the levels. They kept going down, but never got quite as low as expected. John had already had a few days of troubled eating. For a few days he wouldn't nurse and we ended up feeding him with a shot glass (that made for some funny pictures). One day of formula for him, and we broke the jaundice cycle and he was fine. No more bili bed, but again, it made for some neat superman-looking pictures.
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