
For us it means we have to sit by and watch our little man glow blue in a Bilibed (see above). A nurse will be coming to the house tomorrow to test his bilirubin. We also need to monitor his fluid intake more. So we're now only pumping and feeding him from a bottle.
So yeah it's not life threatening, but it's still a little scary to see my little guy on a piece of medical equipment. It looks like a computer scanner and when you put the blanket on top it's like a little tent. Once inside you can put his hands through little sleeves. . . he didn't like that so he pulled his hands in and pulled on his umbilical cord. So then his little hand is covered in blood and his cord is a bit looser than it was before.
Poor little guy.
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He looks so sweet there. I don't know when it happens that parents no longer grow concerned about everything. Maybe it never happens. Recently, my mother was worried about me all day when I fractured my elbows, and I'm 42 years old. I think parents never stop fretting.
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