Today we celebrated Sid's one week birthday. He's such a little trooper. We've suffered a minor set-back, he's lost a little weight, he's down from 1lb 6oz to 1lb 4oz. But we were assured that a little weight loss is typical in premature babies. According to a wonderful book on Premies that Jer's aunt Beverly brought for us to read, it's something that happens. It's reassuring when you start to feel down that things like this are normal. Thank goodness for that book; I've only read a bit of it, but I'm already feeling much better about things.
It's hard to feel happy and optimistic when you see the love of your life lying there with tubes and wires hooked up to him. You feel so helpless. He's so tiny and fragile. Your heart literally breaks with each glance. But I found strength deep in me today when my precious little boy wrapped his tiny toes around my finger. I know now that I can't let him see me cry, I have to be strong for both of us. Jeremy and I have to remain positive. There will be steps forward and steps back during these next long months of Sid being in the NICU, but in the end all of this heartache will be worth it when I can bring my Sidney home.