When I got home from work yesterday Mike was exasperated from trying to feed Jude all day. He was honestly at his wits end. Being a special needs parent does not make you saintly, and doesn't mean you are patient all the time. We are far from perfect, and we do get frustrated sometimes, which I believe is understandable. Sometimes we feel selfish, sometimes we get frustrated, and sometimes we just don't know what to do. So I scooped Jude up, and took him downstairs for a change in scenery, and to relieve from stress from both he, and Mike.
It took me about 45 minutes, but I did get four ounces down him, and then he wanted to play a bit. I watched him as he laughed at the air, and wondered if he was just happy, or if that was some type of response from his brain. I choose to think he is a very happy baby.
So luckily last night Mike got 4 ounces down him at midnight, and he then stirred at 2am but didn't wake. He then got up at 4:15am, and took two ounces, and another 6 ounces at 7am. So the good news is he is eating again, but the bad news is Mike, and I are very tired. I will take tired over having a dehydrated baby in the hospital any day!