my poor baby

My sis and brother-in-law offered to drive us to the hospital in the evening to see baby Joel when they learnt that he's been admitted. We called to check, and the next feeding time is at 830pm. When we got to the nursery room, we could hear a baby's cry... It was baby Joel's... Coz all he wore was his diapers. Nothing else. And he laid on the hard plastic bed for his "indoor tan". Perhaps the darkness from the "gauze sunglasses" also made him scared. I wanted to cry again when i saw my poor baby. (My eyes were already swollen from the day's of sobbing since the doc said he has to be admitted.)

When we fed him his bottled milk, i couldnt hold my tears. Elvis said i was silly, but i know he's also very sad. I think he knows i'm his mommy when i held him. His fingers just opened out to hold onto mine too. All of us took turns to carry him before we went home.

Hamster (baby's nick coz he always does this funny sucking action), u must be strong and get well soon, ok? Be a cool and tanned beach boy! We love u very much.

PHOTO OF JOEL ON DAY 4