The day after Wren-Lee's birth, I had to deal with getting up for the first time, having my drip removed, having blood drawn and a million other check-ups. Trevor was there from early morning to help me through the day and spend time with the kiddo.
He went home in the afternoon to have a nap and wasn't feeling well by early evening. During the evening visiting session, he disappeared for more than half an hour and went home before visiting time was up. He sent me a message later that night complaining of stomach gripes and I was pretty worried. At 1am, while I was up feeding Wren, I got a photo from Trev; he was hooked up to a drip in the ER. The diagnosis was a stomach virus and it was contagious. He told me to have a talk with my doctors during morning rounds and find out how we should proceed. Obviously, he wouldn't be visiting us again.
The next morning, I told Dr van Waart what happened and she told me to spend the weekend at my parents' house. Trevor needed to get better and it would be too risky to expose our new baby to an infection. I spent the rest of the day and night taking photographs and messaging Trev every few hours. His heart was breaking as he was stuck in bed, separated from his daughter.
Saturday dawned and I was pretty sad. We had been planning and looking forward to bringing our baby home from hospital and I was leaving alone, not going to my own home. We had to stop by the house so i could grab clothes and baby supplies. Trevor was allowed to see Wren but not touch her. He looked awful! It was pretty obvious he was incredibly ill and miserable. I had to be strong for his sake and mine and finished packing in a few short minutes.
My parents and brother made my first day home quite pleasant. Wren was an absolute superstar and fed and slept like an angel. I was still messaging Trev every mundane detail about every feed, facial expression and dirty nappy baby girl produced. Although he couldn't be with us, I wanted him to feel connected and not miss any more of the experience.
Sunday came along and I was counting the hours till my family would be reunited. I called Trev to see how he was doing and he complained of being short of breath. I insisted he go to the doctor again but he wanted to wait till the next morning. He assured me he'd be ok and I had a feeling something bad was going to happen.
Early evening, I got the message I was both dreading and expecting; "Honey, I'm going to the ER again."
My heart sank...
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