We are still just playing a waiting game with little Beckham. He is in charge and doesn't seem to want to cooperate. Yesterday he was digesting a little better, taking in about 6 cc's every 4 hours. He also gained back 2 of the 9+ ounces he had lost. Today, he seems to have regressed and has had to skip several feedings because he isn't digesting. He still receives nutrition through an IV port. Poor little thing has been stuck and poked so many times. They have to change his IV site several times a day. I feel bad for him.
Beckham needs to be either nursing or bottling all of his feedings, gaining weight steadily, and taking in at least 10X what he is getting now before he is able to come home. That seems like a big hurdle at the moment, but with time, he will get there. How much time? I am impatient.
It is discouraging to me, even though I try not to let it be, but I just want to bring him home so bad. I miss my little Kaden. He has been staying with his Nana and Papa a majority of the time. I haven't seen him much and I am going through my little man withdrawals. He is having a blast though and hardly misses me. I am so happy that he is so thrilled to be with 2 of his very favorite people.
I feel so torn though. I want to be at the hospital with Beckham, holding him and keeping up with his progress and setbacks. I want to be home with Matt and Kaden, living our everyday life in our own home. I know that time will go by and that Beckham will come home, and this will all just seem like a little bump in the road.
So, not much new to report. We just have to take one day at a time and pray that Beckham's little body starts cooperating. I hope that he gets it soon, and we can bring him to his new, cozy, warm home.