I inexplicably spiked a fever last night, 101.6 at its highest, and had a miserable night of alternately sweating and shaking. I feel better this morning, but couldn't go see Michael today. I know I would feel even more guilt if I did go see him and got him sick, but it isn't easy to stay away. I miss my baby!
Michael is still doing really well. His feedings have been increased to 31 ml, which is fast approaching the magical 40 mark. He had to go back under the bilirubin light for a couple of days, but might be finished with it today. I'm so grateful that other members of our family (Matt, Matt's parents) can go spend time with him. I just hate to think of him being there all day without getting a visit. I can't imagine what this is like for families who live far away from the hospital and have to settle for checking in on the phone, instead of visiting in person, many days. The nurses take wonderful care of the babies and they all get held and fed and talked to, but it seems it's probably not that same as having a mother or father there.