Early this morning after a grueling labor, my wife gave birth to our son, George, who is named for a grandfather he will never know. The whole experience has given me a different view of the strength of my wife and women in general. I cannot imagine what she had to go through. New mom is doing very well, but she is totally exhausted.
Shortly after his birth, he and the nurses were unable to clear his lungs of fluid, and he was sent to NICU. This morning, the doctor came in and told us that whatever he has is rather uncommon since the fluid is comprised mostly of blood, and he is still struggling to get his breath. They don't really have any idea what is wrong with him.
While I would like to hope that my son is a fighter, I am sitting in a hospital bed next to my sleeping wife worrying about his future. We have been waiting patiently for this moment to arrive, and now we have to continue to wait with heavy hearts, hoping for the best. Anyone who knows me knows how much I wear my heart on my sleeve, and it is hard to keep a positive face when we know so little about what is going on.
Please keep Kate and George and me in your thoughts for the next few days. We need all the help, ethereal and otherwise, that we can get.
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