Diapers, formula, clothing, baby essentials, etc. were provided to us. I did splurge on a nice and cute Winnie-the-Pooh bassinet. The blue blanket and yellow bumper pad in the above photo was my son’s from many years ago – Yes, I kept those kind of things. Baby Brody is our grandson for the ones that don’t know that already. He came to stay with us when my son and his wife lost their parental rights. It was sad, yet Tracy and I were glad we were in a position to take care of him during this trying time.
After the lady left, I thought to myself – “Oh my, what do I do with this 4.5 lb infant.” Don’t get me wrong, I knew I had to pour my heart into this instant parenting role and give this baby love and nourishment. I was also so afraid I would fall in love with him and then have to give him back. But Tracy and I did what every grandparent would have done – we loved him, cared for, and provided him with every thing he needed. On another note, as time went on, my son passed and the bio mom lost custody. My heart still hearts, but Brody is forever ours and we are his parents.
Brody started out with the formula I was given by that lady. When I ran out I got more of it as it seemed to be working for Brody. About 4 months into caring for him, he was spitting up everywhere. We even had to take him to the emergency room where he stayed for 3 nights. He developed RSV and was put on several different kinds of formula to see which one was the best for him. I distinctly remember Similac being one of them. I also remember shopping at Walmart for Similiac cans of baby formula. As I can’t sit here and tell you that I remember every detail of our feeding journey with Brody, I can tell you though, he received all the nourishment he needed from baby formula, and is now a well-adjusted child.
Nope, Brody was never breast fed. The mom wasn’t around to do that for him as she was sick and in another hospital. Brody was fed by nurses then by me. I couldn’t be any more happier with my parenting role and our choices of feeding Brody baby formula. Now, at a ripe ole age of 5 years old and enter Kindergarten next year, I’m just trying to get him to eat his veggies…And you know how hard that can be!!!!