We are finally home!

Well, it took a while, but we finally got sent home today, with Isaac in tow. He responded so well to all the treatments for low blood sugar over the last twenty-four hours that as of 3:00PM this afternoon, he was released from the hospital and we were allowed to start our life as a family together at home.

Our time in the hospital was amazing. While no one chooses to have their son whisked away from them and put in the special care nursery, we definitely made the most of our time. Looking back, we met some very amazing people who taught us a plethora of knowledge. We truly felt like God was with us the entire time because people were constantly coming into our lives at the exact time that we needed them. Whether it was the nurse that explained to us everything that was going on with our child at 3AM so we could sleep peacefully knowing he would live or the lactation consultant that offered some very amazing advice that has allowed Megan and Isaac to grow closer by the minute or another nurse that helped to feed and comfort our child so we could skip a feeding and get some much needed rest. We owe a great debt to the people in the Special Care Nursery at Lexington Medical Center.

Our hearts and prayers go out to those families who are still there. Another child was experiencing the same things as Isaac, yet she hasn’t quite responded as quickly and could be there for several weeks. When you are in a nursery like that, you start seeing the same people over and over again. While we never really spoke about what was going on with our specific children, there was a sense of community, all of us parents suffering the heartache together, while our children suffered physically. It was hard for us to leave today and to look at some of those infants who were much worse than Isaac.

While we are extremely thankful to be home, it doesn’t take long to see how quickly kids get on a schedule. In just three days, Isaac had developed a very steady pattern of activity. Sleep time, mommy and daddy time, feeding time, then back to sleep. While in the hospital, he hardly whimpered or cried. Since we’ve been home, it doesn’t seem like he has stopped crying, especially tonight. Even as I write, he is screaming at the top of his lungs. I suppose he got spoiled and set in his routine while in the hospital, and now that we are out, he is in a foreign world. That and he got circumcised today, so that might have something to do with the fussiness. Anyways, pray for us because now is when the fun begins. At the hospital, it was easy, we sort of did what we were told to do. Now at home, we have to figure things out and we are off to a rocky start.