She was cleaning up when Eliot came in and she looked up at the sound of the knock. She hadn't been sleeping much at all since last night. First the delivery, then taking care of the baby, then everyone who crowded the infirmary to say their farewells to Kensi until April decided that there were too many people for the baby and made sure both baby and Robert moved to the counseling room. The baby needed rest, and while he was stronger than he should be he was still a premature baby and not ready for so much attention and germs yet. It didn’t hurt that the room had a couch and was much more comfortable than the infirmary.
She'd weighed him and measured him last night, and he was a tiny thing of 16.69 inches weighing only 3.75 pounds, but he was a fighter and managed well outside the incubator as long as he was kept close to the body. Still, April was glad they had the portable incubator, it meant he could be put down for a while without risk of him getting cold. Until they were sure he could keep warm on his own it was better to be safe than sorry now that they had the option.
He was still on IV only, but today April planned on introducing the formula, hoping his stomach could adjust to it. If it worked, she would recommend Robert to take the incubator home with him tonight. Normally she would not recommend anyone taking a premature baby home, but this wasn't a NCIU and there were more people, and therefore more germs, around here than at Robert’s house. Just because they hadn’t gotten sick, didn’t mean that the baby couldn’t be. At this stage, she thought the baby was better off with his father.
She’d left the counseling room to go and clean up the infirmary. She’d done the autopsy during the night and then they’d finally moved Kensi’s body this morning. With the baby, she hadn’t bothered much with the infirmary, but father and son needed time for himself for a while. She’d sent Savannah to get a break, because none of them had been sleeping much.
Seeing Eliot, April felt a relieved; it was the one person she wanted around right now. "Lunch sounds great, sleep even better, but I'm used to working like this - or at least I used to be used to working like this. I can keep going for a few more hours before I need sleep." Her stomach rumbling wildly told her that while she may continue on no sleep, she couldn't go on much longer without food. She crossed the room, but before getting to the food she wrapped her arms around Eliot and hugged him tightly. "Kensi died," she said finally. "I delivered the baby, he’s fine. Better than fine considering that he’s supposed to be a 27 week old preemie but he’s more like a 32 week one. Savannah, Dom and the Morrows stole equipment so that he can survive. He's a fighter though. I'm not sure what Robert intends to name him, I hope he gives him a name soon, babies shouldn't go without a name. At the hospital we used to give them temporary names, warrior names to give them the strength to fight. I’m considering suggesting something like that to Robert if he doesn’t come up with something. We can’t keep calling him ‘the baby’ or ‘the boy’. He needs a name."
She looked up, backing away. "I'm rambling, aren't I?" she said. "I tend to do sometimes. You brought food?"