In need of sleep

I am tired (exhausted) and we actually lose an extra hour of sleep tonight (in addition to however many hours Kohen would like).  He happens to be in his crib right now and he's been there for about twenty minutes, a new record.  He has been on top of me his first three nights of life outside the womb so I would be agreeable to having a little sleep in my own bed tonight as opposed to on the chair in his room.  My milk is in now so my hopeful expectation is that he'll be able to nurse and go back to sleep.

Kohen during a moment when he wasn't feeding!

We had an appointment at 8:15 this morning at the hospital for another blood test to check his bilirubin level.  We didn't receive a call to say he needed treatment so it should be fine.  The lovely nurse was a gift from God as she was also a lactation consultant and was able to give me a few more tips for nursing as well as ideas for how to help Isaac during this transition period.

Speaking of Isaac, he now seems HUGE to me.  I think the same thing happened when Josiah was born.  My big-little boy disappeared overnight.  Isaac asked to hold Josiah twice today but he didn't want any pictures taken.

Isaac enjoys being the big brother

I'm missing Josiah.  I've caught myself singing to Kohen and then I realize that I've used Josiah's name in the song and I've called him Josiah by mistake (though when Isaac was born I called him by his cousin's name for quite a while so it might just be something that I do).  I now know what Kohen looks like but I have no idea what Josiah would look like at almost 23 months old, if he were here.  I don't know what he'd be able to do.  Of course, I knew with the exhaustion and hormones, I'd be more emotional.  It's only hit me a couple of times so far but I'm thankful for tears.  Isaac also mentioned to my mom that he missed Baby Josiah when we were in the hospital after Kohen's birth.

This is the first time I've brought a baby home before five days old.  I knew the nickname for the second night home so I was prepared and I also knew that allowing Kohen as much "access" as he wanted (all night long as it turned out) should get my milk in faster so it wasn't so bad, just exhausting. 

I feel quite good physically (better than I did with the others) so I'm thankful for that.  Kohen is lovely and nice to hold and snuggle.  He's so soft and the perfect size.  

I like that Kohen was born on the day my grandfather passed away nineteen years ago.  I was privileged to be there with other family members in his room in Northern Ireland when he went to be with Jesus.   

Okay - it's time to try to get some sleep.  Thank you for your prayers and for all the encouraging emails!

Blessings,

Elizabeth

2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all of our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.