Mom has been pushing herself hard the last few days to make sure she made it to visit Kinley twice each day. With the help of our social worker and nurses, she’s finally admitted that she may have pushed too far. She’s exhausted.
When it was time for our evening trip to see Kinley, with tears in her eyes, she asked me to go without her. She was just too tired and knew she needed to take care of herself now.
When I arrived, I found Kinley sprawled out in her new favorite position that the nurses have dubbed “superman-ing.” One arm forward over her head, the other tucked under her. One leg tucked under and the other stretched way out over the edge of her bed.
I took Kinley’s temperature and weighed her — 1092 grams, an improvement. Our nurse held my iPhone so we could FaceTime with mom while I gave Kinley her first proper bath in a tub. I changed her and connected a fresh set of wires for the monitors. Then it was time to kangaroo.
Kinley sprawled out on my chest while her belly was filled. I did what I could to ignore the monitors and relax with her. The nurse popped in to check on us several times. I listened to and felt her breathe, occasionally letting out a faint squeak. The next thing I knew, the nurse was waking me up