Things are going well, though. I'm still a bit tired and sore but today is a lot better than yesterday. I'm slowly beginning to feel less traumatized by the events of this past week. Maybe in a few years I'll actually not be horrified by the thought of doing it again. Or maybe not. :)
Eli is doing pretty well. He lost some weight and is working on getting it back. He's breathing great and is off the IV completely. The only problem we're left to conquer is feeding. He's doing pretty well but he poops out in the middle of feedings sometimes and they have to use the feeding tube. He can't go home until he's built up the stamina it takes to stay awake through all his feedings in a 24-hour period.
Josh has been great to be here all the time and has been taking good care of both of us. I love to see him with Eli. I wondered how exactly the father bonds with the baby in the same way the mom does after carrying him for so long, but apparently it all works itself out.
I'm sad to leave him here, but I also don't want to take him home and find myself unable to get him to eat. He'll be home soon and we'll have a lifetime for this journey together.
Some pictures from our hospital stay so far: