You were born with Jaundice, which is very normal for newborns. In the hospital they continued to warn us that your levels were rising.
When we left the hospital, you continued to increasingly turn yellow in color.
We went back into the doctor's office and they were alarmed and thought that you might need to be readmitted to the hospital so that you could lay under the bili bed. They weren't sure though and sent us over to St. Clare, where you were born, for further testing.
I am already very emotional and hormonal, and this was not the news I wanted to hear.
As they took us back into a small "lab" room so that they could draw your blood, I immediately began to cry. They were preparing your tiny little feet to be stuck yet again, and I started to absolutely lose it. I went to the bathroom and left you with Daddy. I sobbed and sobbed in the bathroom and couldn't stand the thought of seeing you get poked or stabbed with a needle one more time. I was so tired of it.
I decided it was not fair of me to leave you alone, for my own selfish reasons (because I didn't want to feel the pain of watching you in pain), so I walked back into the room.
I didn't care if the nurses saw me crying.
As I walked back in the room...I found Daddy holding you, making a joke to the nurse. She was laughing, and you were sitting there..SLEEPING!
Sleeping while they were taking blood from your feet.
I guess I was the only one hurt after all!
Love,
Mommy
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