Actually, Jack's nurses, especially Cathy, have been amazing. It's not just with Jack either. They treat all the babies with such love and tenderness and they treat the parents with respect, honesty, and compassion. Every day when I leave I just want to hug them. They're amazing people and they go the extra mile to take care of the kids and make a tough situation a little better.
So, I've discovered a new thing I love about our little Jackson. The kid is a fighter. Sure, Tuesday was crap but it barely phased Jack. I think he's like, look guys, this whole NICU thing is a marathon not a sprint. We'll get there but there's some hills to climb. I think he's right. We will get there and Jess and I decided to just try to make the best of it and enjoy the journey. I mean, how blessed are we that we get to spend an extra five weeks with Jack. Plus, we're learning tons about his little body and when we get to bring him home I think we'll be better parents for the experience. Maybe I'm rationalizing, maybe not. Either way, I know Jessie and I love our little man like we never knew we could love and we're going to enjoy every moment of life with him.