Sorry to only get to this now. The last few days have been quite busy! I was going to make this a double entry, but thought for the sake of Ciaran and Shay (this will serve as a journal of their early days of life), that I would be consistent and write separate entries for each unique day.
Not even an hour later - we had our first call ever from the hospital. It was the Doctor calling about Shay. Shay had had a number of big spells earlier in the day and into the evening where he was forgetting to breathe and was requiring a significant amount of intervention. In the evening, the spells became worse and the doctor felt that Shay might have an infection as these spells are often an indication of such. She called to tell us that they would be proactive and treat the infection with antibiotics until the blood work came back in 48 hours. She also indicated to me that Shay would need another blood transfusion as his hemoglobin was quite low and he was not quite at the age where he could create his own hemoglobin independently.
Needless to say, the phone call scared us to death. I lay frozen on the couch - disappointed at myself for putting my guard down and worried that Shay was sick...sleeping this night was very difficult...we did our best to be positive and think that Shay was infection free...we would know in 48 hours...a long time to wait and agonize!