On Wednesday at about 11 a.m., Mike and I drove to the hospital and I vented to him about how ridiculous it is that with our 4th kid, we were about to be sent home from the hospital with a false alarm, just like last time. At 7:15 p.m., Joseph Pio was born. More on that later.
He is super healthy and everything has been great other than a short stay here in the NICU with more cords and machines and room hopping than I ever imagined. There were some slight complications due to a combo of amniotic fluid being aspirated and him being only 37 weeks.
He spent until late last night looking like this:
Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers, you are the best!