This refers to Mommy, whose hormones have finally caught up with her. Two major meltdowns later, and she's pretty laid waste. Only one of these had anything to do with Rafa, who is doing just fine, by the way. We were there when he had a minor procedure done to help his chest tubes circulate more efficiently, and I just lost it. He, however, made it through easy as pie. I could definitely take some lessons in zen from our week-old son, don't you think?
Speaking of which, his one week old birthday is tomorrow! Grandma Sherrie is making cupcakes as I type, and we'll be going over there as a family to share them with all of the guardian angels, nurses and ECMO technicians alike, who have been keeping watch over our precious boy.
Keep lung chants and successful chest drains in your prayers and thoughts--more tomorrow!