Our Story of a Syndrome: Terminal-- Part Two
By late afternoon it was obvious Rhyse wasn't going to feed. Not terribly concerned the nurses informed me that babies are born with all the extra fluid in their cells to keep them hydrated in the first few days of life. If he went 24 hours without feeding, he would be ok. But that wasn't OK with me. I knew that a baby's natural inclination to feed was immediate. Not 24 hours later, unless something was amiss. Exhausted and whirling from the birth and the high of delivering another baby (one of those, "over 40 surprise babies") I was so incredibly excited to add a boy to my petite passel of two girls, Leah who was 8 and adopted from Kenya and Maggey who had just turned 5. By evening a few family members had come and gone, husband went home to be with our girls, and I was left alone with Rhyse, ready to sleep--or at least make a valiant attempt. My husband and I had filled out our, "celebration lunch" form for the next day courte