Sibling Rivalry at two weeks. What fun! I've heard stories about bringing the new baby home and all they endure. I just thought this little guy had been through enough already. Zoey loves, loves, LOVES her new baby brother. She gets to hold him and kiss him and "play" with him. She's teaching him about the little piggies that are his toes. She loves to make him happy with kisses and hugs but still needs a little help to remember not to hug too hard.
I'm not sure if she was feeling upset or just curious but the other morning she decided to hit him in the face. I had turned just before it happened and didn't harness my reaction. I'm over protective of him not just because he's a baby but because he's a cardiac baby. Of course he cried and Zoey cried as well. She is so wonderful at saying sorry and giving hugs. She wanted to hold him after and watch a movie with him and she hasn't done anything too rough since but wow! My heart jumped to my throat but not so much that I wasn't able to explain to her why we can't hit. Not just the baby but anyone.
She went with me to take Michael to his follow up appointment yesterday and it was wonderful. I got several compliments on Zoey and my parenting. She had been saying please and thank you since we'd walked through the door. Michael's appointment went wonderful. He's still gaining a good amount of weight (over 11lbs now) and his arrhythmia has been under control. Last week I was up all night with Michael as his monitor had been picking up strange rhythms. I sent in a total of 6 recordings so I was pretty sure I was going to be sent back. I had a lump in my throat as I started to dress myself just past midnight. I had just sent the sixth recording and was positive I was going to get a call back. Jaron came down and reassured me that I needed to wait for a call back before getting worked up and I agreed. Michael wasn't showing any weird outward signs of distress and his heart rate and breathing were good so we decided to go to bed. My phone on my pillow next to my head so I wouldn't miss "the call". The call never came and his EP specialist reassured me at this apt that it was just Michael's rhythm with his extra beats that were causing the monitor to go off. Nothing to be worried about. I can say that now. I wouldn't have said that when I was getting dressed that night, but it's not that night anymore, it's 3:30 in the morning and I'm waiting for Michael to finish his bottle so I can get up with him again at 6. I am so happy that I'm waiting for his bottle to be empty and not waiting for his feed to end. We are so blessed to have this little guy at home. Showing us that life is precious and to treasure each moment. Even the 3am moments.
Sibling Rivalry at two weeks. What fun! I've heard stories about bringing the new baby home and all they endure. I just thought this little guy had been through enough already. Zoey loves, loves, LOVES her new baby brother. She gets to hold him and kiss him and "play" with him. She's teaching him about the little piggies that are his toes. She loves to make him happy with kisses and hugs but still needs a little help to remember not to hug too hard. 
I'm not sure if she was feeling upset or just curious but the other morning she decided to hit him in the face. I had turned just before it happened and didn't harness my reaction. I'm over protective of him not just because he's a baby but because he's a cardiac baby. Of course he cried and Zoey cried as well. She is so wonderful at saying sorry and giving hugs. She wanted to hold him after and watch a movie with him and she hasn't done anything too rough since but wow! My heart jumped to my throat but not so much that I wasn't able to explain to her why we can't hit. Not just the baby but anyone. 
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