After his first couple of feeds, he started passing out in my arms, with a sigh and a palpable sense of satisfaction. It made me feel really good, as I’d worked hard to build up a big freezer stash of milk despite my own medical issues!
With this new eating lark, came the new skill of trying to rip the nasal cannula off his face. Constantly. So the nurse basically had to duct tape it to his face! He still had a good go. We took this as a good sign. If he had the energy for mischief already, he must be starting to feel even better!
I think he knew we were on to him!
While I was inpatient again, our day consisted of me going to see him mid morning with the overnight pumped milk, I’d hang out a while with him, I think Jon was back to work by then so he would come after work and spend a couple of hours then drive home and sleep then work then visit. It was an ordeal, as we live over an hour from the hospital. But he came every night around 1130, bringing chocolate croissants from Au Bon Pain, and spent the time cuddling and singing to the Ginge. Very important bonding time for them.
The Ginger Warrior 