We were admitted on Friday and left with our little bundle on Tuesday. Morgan was too small to even come home in a regular car seat, her oxygen levels would not stay above 80% at the incline, so our overseeing pediatrician at the hospital ordered us a "car-bed". Yep, there is such a thing, who would have guessed. It was a terrifying little contraption that didn't seem safe in the least bit, but we wanted her home so badly, we didn't care.
Once she was home, it was a relief, but worry still lingered. She was SO TINY! My overwhelming fear was her getting sick, not gaining weight as she should, so many emotions come with a low birth weight baby. I literally did not leave my house for over a month aside from her weekly appointment to see her pediatrician for weight check and overall growth. My mom was my savior!! By this time Mike was back to work full time with his clients, and gone daily, until late evening. My mom would bring me lunch daily, grocery shop for us, watch little-bit while I showered, and pick up Brody from school daily. It was truly a team effort.
By the end of month one, Morgan was just over 5 pounds. She was not even registering on the percentile scale at this point. Preemie clothing swallowed her, but we were able to find a few gowns (after washing them in hot water and drying on high) that shrunk enough to fit.
Looking back, I can remember every detail of this month. It truly feels like yesterday. What a beautiful blessing this teeny tiny little angel is.
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