Egads. I swear I will put up pictures and an abbreviated version of the birth story. But first ... tonight for the first time I ever I called 911 for something BESIDES reporting a drunk driver. (yes, asshole, that was me. and me again. and again.)
we couldn't wake our little man up. seriously. he was breathing, but we couldn't wake him up. for a really long time. we called the doctor. they said hang up and call 911. So I did. Ambulance. Sirens. Six, count 'em six, EMT types ... and all the while Squirrel is being a champ. God. He finally woke up, so we didn't take the ambulance, but we did end up at his doctor's office shortly thereafter. And ... he's fine. Is almost back up to birth weight, his circulation is fine, his blood oxygen is Ok.
Gah. I am waking him up every hour for the rest of his life. Seriously.
Two years with squirrel, and no late night hospital visits. 4 days with this guy and freaking paramedics have already been here. this better not be an omen.
Happy Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for, this year.
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So, so, sorry! Glad he's better. I swear, it's boys. They kick our butts.
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