Andrew is two weeks old today! We actually celebrate two birthdays each week. We celebrate his birthday out here in the world every Friday but the docs still count his age as if I was still pregnant with him. On Monday he will be 30 weeks old. We will continue to count his two ages until he is 6 months old. They said at 6 months he should start reaching the same milestones other babies do at that age. Andrew is so funny. Even at two pounds he has a personality. Out of the three babies in our room he is the smallest but has the loudest cry. If his pacifier falls out of his mouth he cries, when we change his diaper he cries...at first I freaked out when I heard him cry but now I'm getting better at knowing what is serious and what isn't. I guess like all new moms do.
Week 2 in the NICU was a little tougher. I think we got spoiled because our first week was pretty tame. This week we dealt with Andrew having a possible infection, internal bleeding, blood transfusion and he stopped breathing and needed an air bag to help him (usually he just uses a nose breathing tube which you can see in the picture). I thought I was going to crumble under the stress of it all but yet you keep going somehow. My husband gave me the best advice and said I needed to give in to it. I wasn't giving in to our situation. I was fighting all of it. I kept asking myself why is this happening BUT it is happening and I need to face it. We knew going into all of this Andrew wasn't going to be born a bouncing healthy baby boy. Even without all this premie stuff he still has spina bifida. I need to get stronger for him and stop taking it all so personal. I do give myself a little break though and realize this is all new to me. I just need time to adjust. Plus what mother in her right mind wants to see her baby hooked up to all those wires and IV's. The situation is scary but when I put my hand in the incubator and Andrew grabs my finger and holds on for dear life I wouldn't trade that moment for anything in the world.
Our sweet boy!