They Even Inquired About You

We have a motto for our little family here - "There is no stress so great that you can't add more."
Just when we think we have everything together and are moving forward, we tend to add stress to our little lives. We have two dogs (one dog too many) and two cats (two cats too many). We just had our kitchen remodeled.
With this in mind, we decided to get pregnant. There was bleeding and a potential placental abruption. There were infections and emergency room visits. Of course, all of this was par for the course. Despite this, we thought the birthing would go smoothly. George was term, and he was ready to be introduced to the world. That would be what we expected. What we got instead was a child who had a pulmonary hemorrhage at birth.
Believe it or not, there is no bad news. There is no tube in George's nose or mouth. He is off the respirator and CPAP. He only has a hep-lock to feed him his precautionary anti-biotics.

Overall, George is well. He looks great, and he is strong. In fact, the doctors say this will not affect him in the future in any way. The nurses love him. George is going to be the jack of all trades - currently his skill set includes eating formula and breastmilk from a bottle (at least two different nipples so far!) and enjoying breastmilk from the source.

For all of you who wished us well and offered thoughts and prayers, thank you. They were much needed and even more appreciated. (I would like to think my singing of "They All Ask'd For You" helped, too.)

As soon as I get the pictures back from the hospital, the world will get to see what the little guy really looks like.