Oy vey

Well, things are just too chaotic here to even describe, much less to blog about with any regularity. The baby takes up all my time, my milk supply just suddenly died yesterday, leaving me producing maybe two ounces per pumping session, and the other kids are running as wild as the garden and the chickens.

I'm trying to get a handle on things. The kids are all healthy, schools almost out . . we'll see.

The reason

Our newest son was born last Wednesday, the 29th of April.

He was 7 lbs, 9 oz. 19 inches tall. A head full of an indeterminate colored hair-- maybe brown, maybe blonde, maybe red. Not really one or the other. A hugely impressive nose.

He was fine for the first twenty hours or so after birth.

Then his breathing rate went up into the 60s. Then the 70s. Then he had periods where he was breathing ninety breaths per minute. And he started getting feverish.

And so we went from anticipating coming home on Friday to a panicked state where he was whisked off to the NICU to be put on monitors and given IV antibiotics and tube fed and poked and prodded and x-rayed and examined.

He had a broken clavicle, and elevated white blood cells, and he was a very sick little boy.

By the grace of God, he gets to come home tomorrow, back at his birth weight, off the IVs, eyes open and eating well on his own.

Thank you, Jesus.