Prayers Please!

I know that everything happens for a reason - and things could be worse, but sometimes the weight of trying to be strong can be quite heavy, so I figured, maybe I should type it out.

So,here it goes!!!

I can't express the way that I feel completely. Sometimes I am ok, and I feel like I can handle this without another tear. But then, I try to talk and the tears come with the words. My poor little baby Anthony is in the hospital, and he's not even a month old. Like I said, I know it's for a reason!!! And we caught everything early and are getting medicine that is going to make everything better. And we're praying that it doesn't get any worse.

Let me fill in some of the blanks. Tues. morning we left for the doctor at 8:30. I had an apmnt to have my incision from the C-section checked out. I made an apmt for Anthony after that because I noticed a hard mass under his left nipple. I planned on asking about his belly button also. I had noticed the skin around it was pink/red and looked a little infected. I was more worried about the nipple mass than the belly button though.

Turns out, I was a little backwards. The mass under the nipple is no big deal - probably just some of my own hormones that are still in his little body.
But the belly button is a big concern. Tears came before the doctor even told me we had to go to the hospital - all he had to say was that it was a big concern. So, you can only imagine how many more fell when we heard "he needs to be admitted."

Anthony has Omphalitis - inflamation of the area around the umbilicus. Scarey because of the blood vessels that run through there go to the whole blood stream. That is how babies get all their nutrients while in the womb - so it makes sense.
More over, in a baby so young, it can make the infection even more dangerous. So, we needed to be admitted to the hospital immediately so we could start the antibiotics - intraveniously is the best way for newborns - (orally isn't always successful when they are so tiny) especially with Anthony's spitting up habits! SO . . . we called Gus, he met us, and off we went.

Anthony and I have not been home since.

Note to self (and anyone who hasn't had their baby in the hospital): It is one sad thing to see a baby in the hospital - It is gut wrenching when it is your own child!

Luckily, the worst thing we have right now is an IV.



He is still doing pretty good considering. Eating, Sleeping, Pooping, etc. - all normal. No fever.


And he's still growing and changing and hitting landmarks - like smiling - with his eyes open! What a good sport!!!


I know that there are others who have been through similar - and worse - and I pray that few have to ever experience the shock of their infant in a hospital bed other than the one their mommy is laying in after giving birth. No matter the degree of illness, it is a difficult and very emotional experience.

Any & all prayers are greatly appreciated!!!