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Lol Nona
![]() Looks like I'll be sharing my room tonight ![]()
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Good Girl, slow and easy.....keep her warm until she is reasonably fat & sassy. Don't make her use her own resources to keep up her body temp. Guess you're getting on to bedtime. Have a good rest but keep an ear on the baby.
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Yes it has pooped a whole lot
It gulped down it's last feeding and seems to be back to normal.
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It's tempting to let them eat their fill but that would do more harm than good so keep feeding often but a spoonfull at a time. Be sure to let him drink if he wants but again not too much, don't over fill. What do the poops looks like??? Good ???
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Yeah- his poops look great, like a raisin with a dash of white
![]() I'm having a lovely time snuggling on the couch with my hot water bottle and my baby and I've managed to bag a 'baby sitter' for tomorrow while I most likely sleep..aghem...work ![]()
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Great news, Becca, by this time tomorrow he should be in good shape and you can feed him till he is full and put him to bed to sleep the whole night without interruption.
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I don't know what happened- I left him for 3 hour and he is worse than before, much worse. I believe he is gone, but every so often I can see his chest rise, I'll give him some time, my eyes may be deceiving me.
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Is he warm? Are you holding him, humming to him??
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Yes, yes, yes
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Only thing left is prayer.
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I lost him. He has gone.
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I'm so sorry, Becca. You tried your best but some just can't be saved, mostly because we can never truly know what is wrong and how to fix it. It always hurts but be consoled that there will be many more for you to love.
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