Worry, worry, worry...

It turns out that a girl can find a lot of things to worry about when left alone in a hospital room with her tiny son, sans nurses and monitors, for the first time. You would think that by the fourth time around I would have this down, right? Clearly not.

My basic thought process: "Is his temp okay is he eating enough will he gain weight tonight is his temp okay what if he's too sleepy to eat at the next feeding is his temp okay is he breathing Aaaaaah!"

I realize that worrying is not productive and that his little life is in God's hands and that he is perfectly fine. Logically, I realize these things. Now if someone can just send the message along to my brain, we'll be in good shape!

Man, I can't wait to be home!

***UPDATE***
Mommy panic attack: over. *whew! He just got back from his weight/vitals check. His temperature was 98.6 and he gained 15 grams despite having his IV taken out and going through a lot of stress today (moving to an open crib, car seat test, hearing screen, more breastfeedings, etc...). I am very thankful for all of these things, and I anticipate a much more peaceful evening with all of this behind us!

Home sweet home tomorrow!