On our third night in the hospital we broke down and it makes a good story to remember. We were running on fumes at this point and sent the kids to the nursery around 9 PM. When they left we fell into a genuine deep sleep until 12 AM or so. The doors of our hospital room burst open with Caroline and Gray crying their eyes out. One nurse walked in with each and another nurse followed to take Kathryn's blood pressure. To say we were both in a daze would have been an understatement. Kathryn was even unsure IF she had children and if these were them. She nursed them until 1 AM and then took a break for a traumatic bathroom experience. You have to understand when you have a 10 inch gash in your abdominal area, even getting to the toilet is difficult (forget about getting off it). When she got back in the bed she tried to nurse again. The well had run dry... infact we hadn't even struck the liquid yellow gold yet! Around 2:15 AM K made the call to send the kids to the nursery to be finger fed formula.
In these times this was bold. Giving your child formula was almost as bad as heating them up in the microwave according to some sources. Still she displayed a bold executive nature that is one of her many great qualities.
We felt validated the next day when the pediatrician let us know we did the right thing. They had each lost almost 10% of their body weight and were somewhat jaundice.
Today the kids are no worse for the wear and I tell this story as a reminder to us and a cautionary tale to others. In the baby business, everyone has an opinion and feel empowered to share it without being asked. In life, you have a playbook but sometime you run the statue of liberty.
The milk is in and all is well but I must sheepishly report that my children have been compromised by formula.
PS Pfizer used to own one of them. Villains that they are.
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