Getting him home!

So, I finally got to really meet Isaiah when he was in the hospital, but then I was released from the hospital and he had to stay for further observation and so on. He was only there for a total of five days, but those five days felt like five years. Each night I felt like a horrible mother for being able to sleep while my newborn child was in the hospital. Although I slept, it was after hours and hours of agonizing over who was caring for him? Was he warm? Was he crying? Were they actually caring for him or treating him like he was just a number?

Finally, the visit came that they told us what we were longing to hear! "He's ready to go!" But, there was a stipulation; we had to be CPR certified, which about to make me chase a really cool (at least to me) rabbit trail. Now, you remember how I said that I found out he had the SB from a test I took during the pregnancy? This is how awesome God is! That test was the ONLY test I agreed to take out of the TONS of them that were offered! Had I not agreed to that one, I wouldn't have known, until the birth, that Isaiah had SB! Now, get this! The nurse is telling me I have to be CPR certified (keep that info in mind for a later blog) and OMGOSH! My sister TEACHES CPR! So, I don't have to find a class to try to get in to, my sister brought everything to me that night, tested us the next morning, gave us our licenses and we went and got Isaiah out of the hospital later that day!

Well, that's about it as far as the good news goes for a while, regarding Isaiah. Two weeks after his birth he had his second surgery. He had to get a shunt put in, b/c fluid was building up in his brain. Two and a half months later I found out I was pregnant again with my daughter, Isabella. I pretty much spent that entire pregnancy in the hospital with Isaiah. He was in and out of the hospital so much that I got to know what nurses I did and didn't like. What rooms I did and didn't like and so on. Isaiah, all the while, had this wonderfully awesome attitude. He was so laid back.

Then, when we were in for one of our long stints in the hospital, he started making a noise that scared me and the nurses and got everyone up in a frenzy, but then he all of a sudden stopped and was totally fine. I was so exhausted from the lack of sleep and the pregnancy that I was an emotional wreck when we finally got home. The day after coming home, I put him in his swing so I could work on something, but I started crying from all the drama and all of a sudden he started making a noise again! I freaked out and ran over to him (still crying, mind you) to find that he was CRACKING UP! He was laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath! I couldn't believe it! His first laugh! God showed me at that point that He really knows what we need and when we need it!

Welp, that's it for now! Hope this one got at least a little smile from you!