Day 2

For me day 2 is a nightmare. After Jack was born, I remember sitting in a chair in the room with Tara surrounded by family and friends, just rubbing my head saying that I wasn't going to make it through this. The NICU for us is a part of having kids. We know the routine. We have a group of nurses that we easily call friends. However, that doesn't make it any less horrible on the second day. The "thrill" of the delivery has worn off. We are now faced with sitting for hours trying to support and bond with our son from a distance. The trouble is that he is covered in wires and tubes and you can't hold him. At this point he has now got enough cognitive abilities and strength to let you know how horrible it is. I can't believe that at this point the baby(now nicknamed "tres") still doesn't have a name. It makes it harder to bond. The nurses tell me that he is strong and doing good. The big job ahead is to get his lungs up and running. He never received the steroid that assist his lungs to dry out properly. For now he is on the CPAP. Can I tell you how much he hates that thing stuck in his nose. All of our friends and family have been stepping up. We are getting so many e-mails and calls and visits. Emma has been so good. She is quite happy to see "the ladys" at the hospital, and "the baby". However the days are long and keeping her on schedule is challenging her.