Quietly, Ted and I hoovered over Charlie as his nurse took out the last of his tubes and tape so we could go home when we heard her say..."Sorry Charlie." Our eyes all met at the same time and we busted out in laughter. In that moment we both realized the fate of this poor kid....
"Can I have another cookie"
"Can I stay up late"
"Can I take the car tonight"
(don't EVEN think about calling him CJ)
8lbs 1 oz 19.5 in
It was the strangest thing having what I thought was a perfectly healthy baby leave my room only to see him an hour later with this machine hooked to him pumping air into his lungs. Of course my hormones were on an absolute rampage so that didn't help and the flood gates just wouldn't quit. Later that night the doctor gave us a lot of explanation on everything and that really helped. He assured us that Charlie just needed a little more time in the hospital and it was nothing life threatening or permanent.