It's hard to believe that Baby K was a week old yesterday. Time is flying! Which is a good thing, because I want her to come home as soon as possible.
She made great progress over the weekend, so much so that the neonatologist lowered her morphine dosage for the first time yesterday. Since then, she's been doing even better - eating more from the bottle and generally being more alert. We anticipate that she'll lower her medication a little more tomorrow. The process is slow but crucial for Baby K's recovery. A few of you have asked if the morphine meant that T was on illegal drugs during her pregnancy. The answer to this is no, but please understand that we are not disclosing the details of T or Baby K's health for privacy purposes. You know that phrase, "It isn't my story to tell"? Well, it isn't my story to tell.
As for us? Well, I'd be doing better if everything else surrounding this wasn't so stressful: being 90 minutes away from home, having issues with my insurance and adding the baby, having issues getting my FMLA approved, and (today's latest) learning that Joey's company will not give us our adoption reimbursement because we are missing ONE piece of paperwork that we won't receive until after finalization, which is sometime in November - even though their form says reimbursement occurs at placement. It never does get easier, that's for sure.
Right now, I'm doing my best to focus on Baby K and trying not to let that stress interfere with the fact that we need to get her better. I have my moments where I break down, and then I try to remind myself: one thing at a time. That's all my brain can handle at this point.
Please continue to keep our little girl in your thoughts.