We have survived the first night. Amy and I handled the middle of the night feedings/diaperings, and were thankfully relieved at 7 AM by the grandparents. So very thankful they're here to help us!
Poor Noah is having pain from his procedure yesterday, and he's reminded of it at every diaper change. It is a heart-wrenching sound, his pain cry. I know it too well now. I think it hurts Amy just as much to hear it as it does him feeling it. Hang in there, son. (no pun intended)
Sydney had some pretty bad congestion so Daddy had to come after her with the dreaded bulb. She HATES that thing! She didn't start off feeding very well, either.
Come morning, several clothes-changes for Noah and the blanket from our bed in the laundry from one well-aimed formula launch by Noah, we're OK, I think. They're back up to feeding at good levels, they're sleeping well between feedings, Noah's even a little less uncomfortable at diaper changes.
Amy slept less than I did, so I'm trying to get her to rest some today, but we also want to go visit Emily. As much work as it's going to add having her here, we want her home. Come on Tuesday!
-John
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