The Whole Story
Finally a few seconds to myself. knock on wood
Friday, Dec 1, I went to my doctor to be checked because I was feeling really lousy. I got up to the doctor’s office and my doctor didn’t even see me. She had a wheel chair waiting and took me to labor and delivery to monitored.
After a few hours, she decided to induce me.
So, she hooked me up to the pitocin around 7, I started making progress at 11:00 p.m. At 5:22 a.m. after 3 pushes, my daughter was born. She was 7 lbs 8.1 oz and 20 1/4 inches long. (Never had to push less than an hour before, that was kind of nice)
So, everything progressed normally until the day we were supposed to go home. At 8 in the morning someone noticed that she was turning blue sometimes, dusky at other times. They hooked her up to the pulse oxygen monitor. She would dip down quite a bit. They started running all of these tests, and I finally started having a nervous break down when they were trying to draw blood from her arm. They escorted me back to my room and Pato went down to hold her hand.
They admited her to the special care unit. (one step above the normal nursery, one below the nicu) She was on all of these monitors and they were giving me worst case scenarios. If she had apnea, she’d be there at least a week. I only got to really hold her when I was nursing her.
Tuesday morning, they finally figured out that she was doing a normal preemie thing (They said 37 weekers could go either way, full term or preemie, and if she was going to act like a preemie, we were going to have to treat her like one) She would suck, swallow, and forget to breathe. She did it when she was eating, spitting up, or sucking on her pacifier.
She also started having a bout with jaundice. Tuesday afternoon my doctor decided that since she had only had one episode that day that she could come home with me. I was/still am scared to death she’ll stop breathing on me. She’s had one episode since we’ve been home. My dad was holding her and she started turning blue around her lips again. But, she came out of it on her own. She has everytime. She’s never had to be stimulated to breathe. So, that’s a positive.
On to the jaundice. She got all the way up to 19, last Wednesday. Then Thursday she went down to 18, then Friday down to 16, then today, woohoo, she went down to 13! YAY! Every business day that the dr is open, we’ve had to go get weighed (she’s back up to 6 lbs 13 oz today) and have her heel stuck to check her billirubin.
We get to skip tomorrow and go in on Wednesday to get tested again. The doctor said it’s taking awhile because she was up so high.
Then she has her 2 week check on Friday. We’ve basically been living at the hospital and the doctor’s office since she was born.

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But, she’s getting better. That’s all the matters.
On to sadder news.
My grandpa died on Saturday. I made it just in time to see him. (With the baby being sick and in the hospital and the billi blanket, I hadn’t gotten to see him and they told us he had a few weeks left. I was in the room with all of my aunts and uncles, my dad (there are 10 living brothers and sisters and all but 2 were there), my grandma, and some of my cousins when he passed. I just feel like I was given my blessing when I was given her to help ease the pain of losing my grandfather. Something to be thankful for in this time of being sad. His funeral is tomorrow. Then tomorrow night is Jordan’s concert at school. He’s got a singing solo. I’m just going to be going from one extreme emotion to the other tomorrow.
So, that’s our story. I’m hoping to get going here on my hobby of scrap freebies and scrappin period. It’s getting there, but when the baby doesn’t need me, the 2 year old does, when the 2 year old doesn’t need me, the 7 year does, and when he doesn’t need me, the baby is ready to nurse again.

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