Bless my husband. (And look how cute my baby is!)

He let me take a five hour nap today. It was heavenly. The days and days of no sleep finally caught up with me last night. I did all of Knox’s feedings in the hospital, the nurse in the NICU told me that I was the first mom she has seen in a VERY long time to do all of my baby’s feedings in the special care nursery. Well, I can say, it was exhausting, but I couldn’t have imagined NOT doing it. Anyway, I have tons of breastmilk in the freezer (I pumped the whole time I was in the hospital) so we prepped a Dr. Brown’s bottle for Trevor to feed him with while I slept. I really didn’t want to give him a bottle, but like the pediatrician told me this morning, you need sleep to produce lots of good milk, so I went with it. Trevor held Knox the entire nap. He was telling me how he changed his diaper and got poop all over himself (Trevor did his first diaper change EVER in the hospital- somehow I ended up getting peed on… go figure), he’s trying so hard to learn, and he is really doing a good job at Daddyhood so far.

We finally got released from the hospital at 6:30 last night, what a long day of too much waiting! His echo came back looking good, and with that, we were out of there.

I felt like I was going to Disney World or something, it was the most amazing feeling to step out of that hospital with our baby in tow.

Knox got his first bath last night, which he despised, to put it mildly. Around bedtime, he started to get all nasal and snorting, which scared the mess out of me. I was terrified he was getting sick. Luckily, the pediatrician squashed that fear this morning. We had our first appointment, and Knox looked great. We go back next Thursday for a weight check since I’m breastfeeding. His billyrubin level went from 12.7 yesterday to 7.6 today, which is amazing, so no worrying about jaundice anymore.

The cardiologist’s office is pissing me off, royally. They wouldn’t let the NICU schedule our appointment, instead, they said the pediatrician’s office had to call them for a referral. Even though this cardiologist was treating Knox via the phone ALL week. Whatever. So, they finally called me to schedule the appointment. The neonatologist said it was of “the utmost importance that Knox is seen this week.” So, naturally, the douchebag on the phone scheduled him for NEXT Monday. I don’t think so. He argued with me on the phone, wouldn’t let me choose the doctor I wanted to see and was generally a butthole. So, I am going to call in the morning and speak with the office manager, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll have the pediatrician call them and set him straight.

That’s all for now, I am going to get back to holding my little man and trying to straighten up the house. I need to get him over his aversion to my right boob, too, because it HURTS even after pumping an entire bottle out of it.

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