Day after

I think today I have wavered more between tears, anger and laughter... probably just adjusting to things. Part of me is the little angel on my shoulder saying "This is fine! Nothing is really that wrong, you are just over thinking things" then there is the little devil dude saying "This is awful! He could have surgery and even die!"

So the truth is probably somewhere in between. I suppose after a few days I will adjust to all of this and life will feel back to a more normal. The waiting is still hard... but I'm trying not to look at it that way. Because with this... we could wait for 9-10 more months... or who knows how long. I'm enjoying his little hands, fingers, eyes, nose... I enjoy his snuggles and his coos.

It will be important to see how he does with the Lasix. I called into the clinic this morning and Barb reeasured me on how safe the medication is to give him, that this was helping him. I have a feeling I will end up talking to them quite a bit in the next few months... sorry guys.

Oh and I forgot. His weight at the clinic was 10lb 6oz.