Day 2: I Just Want My Boy Back!

As day one came to a close, Kate made the choice to stay at the hospital with Jack and I went home with Peyton.  Day 2 was extremely difficult and our emotions were hitting a peak.  All I could think about was getting my boy back...I just want my boy back!  It is so hard to see your child, know that it is your child, know it is Jack - But he doesn't sound like my Jack.  He doesn't look like my Jack.  He doesn't even smell like my Jack.  The only sign that it really is my boy is his super-long toes that he got from me (and my Dad, Doug) and that when we held him, he would stop crying immediately.  As if he was meant to be right there in our arms.
The swelling in his face only got worse, which we are continually told is normal and expect it to be even more swollen tomorrow.  Everything else though was good news.  He is big and strong and all signs indicate that he is recovering very well.  He started to eat a little and was able to take his meds orally.  He did throw up a couple times (all on Mommy, crossing my fingers) but it seems like he is getting used to eating and taking his meds and that is a very good sign.

Jack day 2:  A bit more swelling, especially around the eys and now into the cheeks and chin.  He hasn't been able to open his eyes since just after he got out of his surgery.

Gotta eat sometime.  The food wasn't that bad...but it wasn't that good either.

Friends and family have been coming by on occasion and making things easier for us.  Thank you!

Jack needs some time before he will be as photogenic as his beautiful big sister.

She even poses with icecream.

He must be about 20 pounds with all those wires hanging and the extra fluids in his body.  I can hardly hold him.  

Ok, finally...an ugly picture of Peyton.

We were moved about 4 differnt times throughout the day but finally settled in to a private room close to the nurses station so Kate and I could both go home and feel comforted that the nurses were right there to help.  Our nurse promised that she would't let him cry and picked up our little baby to comfort him when we left for the night.  These people are miracle workers.