Sweet Malachi

  Malachi had a good Saturday night so when we arrived to the hospital Sunday morning and spoke with the doctors, they said he was ready for discharge. Husband and I were excited to finally bring him home. We got home and introduced him to Maximus. Maximus was curious and wondered what this little thing was making pterodactyl noises :D But we kept saying "gentle" in hopes he would understand that he is a big boy and Malachi is a little boy.  We got Malachi ready for bed. Husband allowed me to go to bed and get a "head start" since I was still catching up from the night at the hospital. I got about an hour and a half of rest before husband put him in the crib and the madness ensued. He wanted to essentially be held the entire night... I am not a fan of this as it creates a pattern of behavior that is hard to break allowing them to be held or sleep in alternative places. Nothing I did the entire night would calm him - except holding him. Aside from the headstart of sl...

  As of Thursday, the NICU stopped the morphine. Malachi had done so well on the weening that they did not anticipate too much of an issue and thought he might be ready to come home on Friday. Well, he had a really hard Thursday night. He was extra irritated and was difficult to console.  On Friday, when the nurses evaluated, of course, they decided he was not ready to go home just yet. My husband took the day off in anticipation that we'd be bringing him home. So, we just enjoyed the day, worked on some stuff for Malachi and then headed to the hospital later in the evening. By that time, the hospital had decided to give Malachi a spot dose of morphine. Big mistake. Big. HUGE.  In an effort to see what was happening at night - since Malachi seemed mostly fine during the days - I decided to stay Friday night with him. What a nightmare!!!! Even after the spot dose of morphine, he could NOT. BE. CONSOLED. The nurse, who had never cared for him, basically left me alone to dea...