The day was great. So many people came to visit and it was so nice to have all our friends come and spend the day with us. I didn't even get to hold Brett all day there were so many people! At one point pretty much the whole entire Jessee family was in our room.

At the end of the day I was so happy to just have my little family in the room. I finally got to hold Brett and Jordan sat next to me in bed. We put on some Sufjan and just enjoyed the moment.

During the day my nurse was constantly trying to help me nurse. Brett just wouldn't latch on. We were feeding him formula so that he could get some food since he wasn't getting any from me. When we did feed him he kept throwing it all back up. During the birth Brett had swallowed some amniotic fluid so the Dr. suggested we basically have his stomach pumped in order to get all the fluid out. It for sure didn't help. My nurse thought it was odd and said she didn't feel comfortable releasing us until he was eating better. So she suggested one more night in the hospital to monitor his progress and if in the morning he was either keeping food down or latching on. So we stayed and Thank God we did.
At around midnight the nurse came into the room with order for Brett to be taken to NICU. Some test results had come back irregular and they needed to admit him. This was by far the scariest moment of my life. To know that your baby is not ok, but no one can tell you why is horrible. We had to wait for the nurse to come in and explain why he was in there. About 30 minutes later the nurse came in and told us that some blood work came back elevated which was an indication that he was fighting an infection and they needed to conduct another test to see if the infection was in his blood stream. They had him hooked up to an IV and he was recieving antibiotics as we spoke. Then they told us he had to be in the NICU for a minimum of 5 days. When we finally got to see him I was feeling a mix of relief that he was sleeping and fear of why he had to be in there. I just wanted him to be ok, but there was nothing I could do to make him ok. That was a hard night, we just sat there taking turns holding him and trying to get some sleep. The next day wasn't much better. It was Father's Day and we were supposed to be taking our Danger baby home. Now we wouldn't.
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