by, 01-13-2009 at 03:52 PM (1107 Views)
So, "Baby Chris" has finally come home after being in the hospital for an entire month in the Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). Nothing was wrong with him; he didn't have any problems that any baby born seven weeks early doesn't have. He just needed a little more time to "cook," as we like to say. But -- ding! -- the timer went off and now he's back with us here at home. (Not so secretly, by the way, I am waiting with anticipation to find out what the bill is going to be for five weeks in the NICU. It has gotta be a wowza!)
He's been back with us since Friday night, and as you might imagine, Thursday was the last night I got a full night's sleep. I'm working half days at work this week, and the wife and I have worked out a system where we take shifts at night with him. He's a noisy, noisy sleeper that constantly makes squeaks and groans throughout the night, so keeping him in our room while we sleep ended up being out of the question. So, I take the first shift from around 9:30pm until 4:00am. I get five to six hours of sleep and then wake up and get ready for work. I've been promising myself to use some of the down time between feedings to get some work done on this site, but I've just been so exhausted mentally and physically that I just can't seem to get up the motivation to do anything other than sit on the couch and ready a book or watch TV.
Alas, only a few more months of this -- we can hope -- before he starts going a little longer between feedings and the wife and I can get some sleep. Until then, just consider me to be one of the Walking Dead.