My parents came by last night and Papa held Will's hand for the first time. The morning Will was born, I called my dad to come and take me to the hospital. When he got to our house, the door was locked and I was in too much pain to get up and open it. Eventually, I scooted over to the door and as I did my water broke. When I unlocked the door, my dad came in, scooped up a sobbing Libby, dialed 911, called Andrew, my mom, and rode with me to the hospital. He really was Superman that day and it was very special to see his big hand on Will's tiny one. Libby is doing well in the midst of all of this. We missed a friend's birthday party the weekend before Will was born because I was on bedrest but her mom was sweet enough to drop off Libby's party bag. Inside, we found a ladybug cookie and let Libby eat it. It was so funny-- a welcome reprieve!
We're starting another week tomorrow and have a lot of friends coming in and out of the house. Please pray for a smooth week, for all the needs of driving and watching Libby to be filled and for Will's progress to be steady. The specifics for Will are still the same: protection from infection, fewer episodes of apnea, toleration of his feeds, and no brightness around the triangles in his brain.