As it turns out, there are no open beds for Quinn at Women and Infants hospital in Providence. So we are stuck at the Children's hospital in Boston at least through the New years. Besides being conveniently closer to home, Providence will be the place where they will find out what is wrong with his digestive system. So getting him there sooner would have been ideal so the staff there could begin getting to know him. And it would be one step closer to allowing him to breast feed.
Quinn is on a third shift schedule. He has most of his energy between about 2am and 8am. It is between those hours that his temper and frustration are on full display. Typically I volunteer to contend with the screaming baby throughout the night, and Steph goes to the parent sleep area in a different section of the hospital so she can rest. When he's not happy (who could blame him), he really lets me have it with the crying and thrashing. If only patience grew on trees. I've had to learn some creative tricks to get him to calm down, but no combination of things works every time.
Quinn with dad.
And after a good night of exertion, Quinn with mom.
I know good rest for mom is part of what helps produce a healthy amount of breast milk. Steph's supply has been decreasing. I really want Quinn to be a breastfed baby. I have to thank her for sticking with a breast pump every three hours over so long a stretch. It seems such a thankless and painful thing to have to do so often, but she rarely ever complains.
Two days ago, Quinn had the last of the leads from his old pacemaker removed. The doctor just pulled them out like spaghetti noodles. His heart is wire free now.
He also keeps getting stronger and better looking. Still has the blue eyes.
I am eager to get him to Providence where they will begin researching the possibilities for correcting his intestinal problems. His luck and supportive prayers have been great thus far. But his fortunes will need to continue for him to be able to eat like a normal baby. If his duodenum doesn't recover from the repairs the doctors can perform, he could be eating through a tube until a better way of fixing the problem is discovered. That's a gentler way of saying his whole life, because Quinn has taught me optimism like never before.
I have wanted to reply to so many of the comments people have been leaving for Steph and I. New and old friends, family, and many of you whom I am unacquainted with. I wish I could meet all of you who have been offering any form of comfort for us. This kind of support for a family during hardship is a rare thing. It has made a difference for me and helped me approach things the way I need to, and I'm quite certain I speak for my wife on that.
What I can do is honor some requests for more videos and pictures. I leave you with a video of that singing nurse from the IV teams that hounded Quinn for the first month of his life. He was less than a week old and tough as nails. No one could get a line into his little veins.