Spencer came home on Thursday, June 30th, at exactly 13 weeks of age. All of his aunts, uncles, and cousins came to see him within 24 hours of his arriving at the home of his grandparents, where we'll be living for awhile. The first night was really tough; I barely slept a wink. The second night was a little better.
On the way to the hospital yesterday (Saturday) to see Alex, Spencer had an apnea. We stopped at my sister's house to pick her up and when I got out of the car to check on Spencer in the back seat his whole face was purple. He was not breathing at all. I whipped him out of his car seat and gave him some rescue breaths like they taught us in infant CPR. It took some stimulation to get him breathing again, and then he was really raspy and gasping for air. It was the single most frightening moment of my life. I just want to put the image of his face at that moment out of my mind forever.
Spencer was fine after a little while. He was back to himself and even had a little bit to eat. We called the pediatrician's office and they told me to take him to the ER since we were on our way to the hospital. They readmitted him to the NICU, where he had another apnea shortly after admission. He has been fine ever since, but he will be there for up to another week even if he doesn't have any more episodes.
I am so upset with myself for letting this happen. He will be fine, and this gives me some more time to get organized and rested. He is in good hands at the hospital. I'm trying to focus on the positives.
Alex is recovering well from his surgery. He is taking every other feed by bottle and is out of heat. They are going to put him in a crib today, which I'm going to decorate for him. He has hit the five pound mark! It won't be long before they're both home and I'll be missing my "free babysitting".