Just a quick update to let you all know that we are still here and doing well. Our home computer crashed Monday. It has a virus or something. All I know is that I can't use it, so I've got Gib's laptop here at home and it's not my favorite. And I definitely don't know how to load pictures. So, any posts to come in the near future will be picture-less.
We took Matthew to his first pediatrician appointment Monday, and he got an outstanding report. The pediatrician said he looked great and he had regained his birth weight, back to 6 lbs. 2 oz. I was shocked that he didn't have to go back until he is two months. I might take him back to have his weight checked but Dr. E said we will not treat him as a fragile baby just because he was a preemie. Fine with me! Although, I do treat him with a somewhat fragile manner here at home...
People have started bringing us meals which is such a blessing. People have also been gracious and not asked to hold him. I'm a bit overly-paranoid with my preemies. I don't like them passed around too much and all the family members who have held him have been instructed to wash their hands first, for sure!
Speaking of washing hands, Emma Grace has a cold. I'm a bit freaked out. But trying not to be. All I can do is pray over Matthew, keep her away without hurting her feelings and keep our hands very clean. I knew germs would visit us, but I didn't think they would come so soon.
The girls started school Monday. Jessica started middle school and seems to like it so far. Emma Grace is in first grade and enjoying it, too. Gib has been taking them to school in the morning before he heads to work, but I'm on my own Monday. It's gonna be a challenge.
I have been a bit sad among my joy this week. Please don't misunderstand me...I am SO, SO thankful to have Matthew home with us. But my c-section was supposed to be yesterday, August 4th. That was the day we had been counting down to. It was my dad's birthday, and I thought it would be so special to have Matthew on that day. But it wasn't God's plan for him or us. I accept that, but I am also grieving our plans that didn't come to fruition. It may be hard to understand, and it's definitely hard to explain. With as big as he was and as good as he did in the NICU, I can't help but wonder if Matthew wouldn't have just come home from the hospital with us if he had been born at 36 weeks. Maybe we could have had one more "normal" delivery and homecoming. This too shall pass. I'm thankful to have a baby, and I'm certainly not complaining. Just something I'm working through.
And one more thing before I go. Please say a prayer for my friend Jenny. She went to the hospital early Tuesday morning with bleeding and contractions. Turns out what she had been told was a low-lying placenta is a complete placenta previa. She is still in the hospital on bed rest through the weekend and then will be home on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. She isn't due until late November. She has two other children, a one and two year old, so pray that she can really be off of her feet and get the rest she must have. Funny thing, she is in the room on high risk that I was first admitted to. If I had held onto Matthew longer, we could have been there together the first part of this week. Crazy!
That's all for now. Baby crying. Gotta go.