A night in the hospital...

As we were getting ready to leave LDS Hospital to come home, the pediatrician told us that his biliruben levels were high, not horribly, but enough that he wanted us to come back the next day to have them retested. So we went home Sunday and returned Monday morning. Shortly after returning home again, the pediatrician called and said they'd shot up even higher and we needed to get to Primary's a.s.a.p. to get him under the lights so we could get it down. To be honest, I was exhausted and a 24 hour stay at Primary's did not sound very appealing, but of course we went. The nurses there told us that most of the time babies HATE the bed because they can't be swaddled in it, so we were preparing ourselves for a long night. Luckily he loved it! It turned out to be a pretty good night. We had to leave him on for as long as possible between feedings, so we got some good sleep, and the nurses and lactation consultant were a big help! We couldn't help but laugh as we watched him lounge about in his sun bed... all he needed was a cold drink with a little umbrella in it!

All the stickers and monitors they put on him were a nightmare to take off! They took one off at the hospital, leaving a nice little raw mark on his belly. They recommended we go home and give him a bath to help the others come off. Luckily my mom was there to help, because he was miserable! They were so hard to get off!
His pacifier has saved us! This kid loves to suck. One of the books we've been reading classifies different kinds of eaters. We put him in the baracuda catagory. The nurse at the hospital referred to it as a "death grip!" We'll put his pacifier in his mouth and his hands go straight to his face (same when he eats).