Last night, I was changing his diaper while David got his bath ready. I got him undressed only to find his medical device was coming of and there was a mess. Changing the device is quite the stressful endeavor, so it took both of us to attempt. In the middle of changing the device, and amid shrieking screams of discontent from Mr. Boy, the power went out because we had space heaters running in his room and the bathroom. Because we live in a very old apartment, we cant just go and flip the circuit breaker, we have to replace the blown fuse and of course this night we were out of them. David ran to Wal-mart for more fuses while I scrambled to affix a new device to my son and mix his blood pressure medicine into his milk using a flashlight. I don't do well under pressure, so it took double the amount of time it should have due to my stress and due to running back and forth to make sure Mr. Boy's arm had not fallen off from all the screaming. As soon as I was ready to feed him, he fell silent... he had cried himself to sleep. This would have been nice accept once the milk is mixed with the medicine and warmed up, its only good for an hour. Needless to say, it was an eventful first night. After we got through the initial kinks and worked out a system and strategy for Mr. Boy's care, we were able to breath an just enjoy our son.
|Last moments in the NICU|
|Arriving home for the first time|
|Looking so small in the huge crib|
|Lounging in the living room.|