David here. We are ensconced in the hospital for the night, and are glad to be here with tiny Drewbaby. Drew continues to plague us with his irregular heart beats, weak vital signs and such. He has brought us several times today to the point of emotional exhaustion. He is in for a darn good spanking, anyway. His bottom is still really to small to get a good spank in, so I will have to wait. We have given him stern instructions to be a good little NICU patient and stop trying to ruin our lives and eat all the steak. GOSH! I write that, and laugh, but my heart is hurting tonight for our tiny little boy. His life is really hanging in the balance. So many things went wrong today in the space of just a few hours, and the doctors looked so intense as they worked over him, and so concerned as they talked to us about what was going on (they don't really know) that Gracie and I have come to the point of having to once again tell God that our children are His to do with what he will. My heart is numbed with the thought of being without our Drewbaby. I don't feel like I have the emotional strength to hope for the best right now, when the doctors eyes are preparing us for the worst. Gracie and I cling tight to each other and know that whatever may come, Drew will be alright one way or Another, and we will just have to love each other more.