It was so great to take Ian home. He's been doing well. We're still trying to work on the nursing thing. He really just wants a bottle because it's quick and easy. I'm still trying to figure out when he's hungry and when he just wants to be held and so fusses. Mike has been a saint and taking the late night shift.
Wednesday night Samuel had a fever of 103. His cough was crazy and his asthma was flaring. So I took him to the doctor's Thursday morning. The doctor thinks it's bacterial so he's on antibiotics... which is also giving him diarrhea... so he's had blow outs every morning and we have to change his sheets, bathe him, etc.... I took Ian for a follow-up appt. on Thursday... after I took Samuel. He did great. Everything looks really good. Samuel has been sleeping a lot and I've been trying to keep him from Ian.
Libby loves being a big sister. She loves to help with the baby. Whenever Ian cries she says, "What's wrong with our baby?" She loves changing his diaper and following me around... she's constantly underfoot.
I can honestly say though that I've been tired. I was half-way through eating dinner a couple of nights ago when I looked down to discover the oven hand mitt still on my hand!
I've been feeling guilty. I've only seen Michael twice since we've taken Ian home. It's just been a lot juggling the kids at home and then trying to get to the hospital.
Tomorrow is Mother's day and it feels weird to not have all my kids at home. Oh well. Hopefully soon!
Mike has finals Monday, Tuesday and Friday of next week. So this next week will be a bit challenging as Mike will be gone.
I look forward to sharing more later... maybe some coffee will help me get my thoughts in line :)