Keep it coming little guy!

We've been told over and over that this adventure would be a rollercoaster but we've had such a good feeling about everything we were unprepared for our first little setback.

Little John has had some digestive problems that have been getting worse. First, he had been throwing up his milk after a few days of feeding, and he wasnt pooping. Then his belly started swelling and they were pulling a fair amount of air, bile, and undigested milk out. They thought it was because he just needed to poop, but last night his bloodwork came back indicating a potential infection. Theyve ordered some extensive bloodwork, and we should have results in a few days. In the meantime they have him on antibiotics and are xraying his intestines to screen for NEC which is a dangerous intestinal condition. It doesnt appear to be NEC now, but its a condition that progresses quickly so things could change any minute. After my experience with preeclampsia, i'll never underestimate the speed of scary health conditions again! Just in case, they started treatment as if he has it (antibiotics, stopped feedings, etc).

The doctor who told us about all of this last night scared us to death. She said he wasnt doing bad, but he wasnt doing great either. I had been feeling so great about everything, it was just hard to hear that something serious might be wrong. I sat next to his isolette crying, scared to go home. I was really happy to hear that the Christopher's baby Emma had her first poop (she's a little 24 weeker in the same room as us). I just wanted our little guy to do the same.

We made ourselves go home and rent a movie after we didnt feel up to the date to see Green Hornet that we had been planning, and set a schedule for the night for phoning in to check (its too easy to stare at the clock and want to call every 5 minutes if you dont).

This morning we drove in to see him, our spirits a bit down, worried about what we'd find out. Thankfully his xrays look ok, and his belly is looking a bit better. Then lo and behold, I went to change his diaper and found some poop!!! It wasnt much, and the nurse said there should be more, but its some progress that i can be proud of. I can breathe a sigh of relief for the moment, run some errands, go to church, and come back to change his diaper at 2:00 when i hope to find the nastiest diaper ever. Keep it coming, little guy!

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