I think about the laser ablation and the boys' births everyday, but the details really came flooding back over the past week and a half. Benjamin turned 1 last Friday and as much as I wanted to celebrate, my heart just wasn't in it. I baked a cake, we sang happy birthday and took a few pictures, but that was about it. I promised my beautiful little boy that next year will be different. I do want to thank everyone who sent me notes wishing him a happy birthday, cards and gifts. Even though I had a hard time acknowledging the day, I'm grateful for those that did.
Today was especially hard because it's the anniversary of Stephen's death. If I had known what was to come, I would have have spent every minute of those 3 days we had him by his isolette. Even though Benjamin is bigger now, sometimes when I look at him I have flashbacks of Stephen's perfect little face. It comforts me to know that this is exactly what Stephen would have looked like if he was still with us. I don't have wonder.
To add to this already depressing post, I'm fairly certain Benjamin is having seizures. He's displaying all the sigs of petit mal seizures and he has them multiple times a day. I guess since an MRI isn't in the near future, he'll most likely have to have an EEG.
We finally have a GI doctor and so far I really like him. Benjamin's now considered "failure to thrive" because he hasn't gained any weight in over 3 months and this doctor is going to help us chunk him back up! Over the past few days we've been increasing his tube feedings and he's gagging alot, spitting more and overall uncomfortable. He'll be starting back on the Erythromycin tomorrow. Add another med to the mix!
I keep telling myself it could be worse. We've hit a few bumps in the road, but things will get better!
