Jaxon came home last night. We are all finally together...and crazier than ever :)
Jax is still off the oxygen, but we have the huge tanks in the house just in case. I've never felt so overwhelmed and scared in my whole life. As expected, we didn't sleep a wink last night - but hopefully that will get better with time. Jason takes Brady and I take Jax. The problem with Jax is that he has to be fed every 3 hours, and it takes up to an hour after I practice bottle feeding, and tube feed the remainder. Then he usually spits up, throws up, or cries in pain from the reflux...so it's an exhuasting night.
The home nurse is coming to do an evaluation of the boys in a little bit, and Jax has his first pediatrician appointment tomorrow. I think my mom is coming to help me tomorrow. I've learned that I'll be living in pajama pants for a few weeks so I can lay down when I get the chance!
Our hands are SO full, but full of love too. Thank you to everyone's love and support (and of course prayers). Please keep them coming to get Jax at a safe/healthy size.
The boys first (of many) double ride!
Daddy keeping the boys quiet while mommy ran around with her head cut off trying to get organized with all the medications and food etc...