Shhh, there is a baby asleep in my bed. I got to see the newest addition yesterday in the NICU. He is tiny, but doing well. His breathing is doing great, they took him off the vent, then put him on a cannula and by yesterday morn his ABGs were so good they were thinking about talking that off too. They are considering his gestational age at 30 weeks (so the neonatologist was wrong in her hopes that he was 32-33). So the doc says consider her due date (Aug 26th) as the date he may get to come home. It could be earlier, but we won’t know for some time. The issue now will be feeding. Apparently babies this young aren’t quite ready for food. The have started a pic line and a feeding tube. They will begin with just some sugar water and over the next few weeks start introducing some proteins/food slowly. There is some risk he may react to the food, not be able to tolerate it, or develop an infection. The doc says the NICU is a roller coaster ride and right now we are on the kiddie ride, but at any moment we could end up at the top of a big drop and not know how we got there. He took the pacifier and sucked a few times, which is a very good sign. Funny aside: the NICU doc recognized me as he was RolyPoly’s NICU doc in April and he remembered RolyPoly and asked how he was doing. I guess you could say I am getting to be the NICU Grama-expert. Not a great title, but I’ll take what I can get. Mom recovered very quickly and is doing pretty well. Still getting a little magnesium for her HBP, but otherwise great. Except she really wanted to go see little “Presto”. Thanks to Anna for his nickname, because it really was ‘hey, you are going to have a baby in a few weeks and then “Presto”: You are having a baby right now!’ I am not sure (because I have been babysitting RolyPoly this morning), but I think SusyQ was going to be allowed to try and get up to walk a bit last night and visit Presto in the NICU. Hope that went well.
In the meanwhile, I need to get back to 4th of July aprons or it will be November before they are done and what a waste that will be. Sometimes life throws punches at me and I can deflect them, sometimes they land a good blow. I just take it as best I can. The Universe sent me this note this morning and I am trying to take it to heart:
Actually, Vixen, it’s easier to accept others, than to change them.
It’s wiser to understand them, than to get angry.
And most of the time, it’s more fun to love ’em, than to leave ’em.
Have a wonderful Thursday and enjoy your loved ones. Sometimes it’s not easy, but it is always worth it in the end.
A few months ago I got some exciting news. I started doing some research (okay I asked twitter) about how many people had given birth or were due to give birth in 2010. I was going to call it Year Of The Baby. Probably draw some parallels between unemployment rates and the suffering economy and what people due with with their time when they have no money…
But I never got around to it. And in never writing that post, I forgot to share a special story about Sparkles. If you have read my about me page, you know I have an “adopted” (not legally) son named Sparkles. He was been a very close part of our family life for many, many years. He did in fact live with us for a time, and has been at everyone of our special family events ever since then. Mr. Vixen and I love him as dearly as we love our (biological) son. I am his “other” mother and she and I don’t mind sharing. He is quiet, sweet, caring, loyal and I can always count on him to help me out no matter what. Just like my other kids.
Point is, he is(was) expecting his first child August 30th-ish. And I had ultrasounds to share and a plan for you all to help me come up with the baby’s super secret internet name. Well, sometimes life takes your choices and decisions out of your hands. Early this week, Sparkles’ girlfriend (let’s call her SusyQ because she isn’t real fond of her original super secret Internet name) was put on bed rest due to some signs of preeclampsia and her high blood pressure. Then an issue with the protein in her urine became worse and she went for a nights stay at the hospital for monitoring. Things got a little better, then a little worse, then a little better. Well you get the idea. Yesterday, we stopped by on our way to visit the horses and drop off some books for her to read. A perinatologist had read her ultrasounds and thought possibly the baby was 2-3 weeks further along than they thought. She had also received two steroid injections to help speed up the little guys lung development. But before we could leave the hospital the doc returned after visiting with the perinatologist and reviewing her chart (and headaches) and said he wanted to induce NOW. He explained the risks (apparently high blood pressure spikes are a leading cause of placental abruption) to the baby and the huge risks to SusyQ herself, including stroke and coma. She was not prepared to say the least. Tears were shed. In the end, she decided to proceed.
An hour or two later, I got the phone call from Sparkles that things were not going well and it was time for an emergent c-section. We live only moments from the hospital, so we got there in a flash.
Long story (and not getting any shorter) I would like to welcome my newest grandson Sean Liam into the world. He is quite small at 3 lbs 6 ozs and is in the NICU, but seems okay. Mom is well and recovered quickly. So: First sorry I forgot to tell you we were having another kid (whoopsie) and second…can you help me come up with a super secret Internet name for this little one? I know you guys can have a name picked out by the time I get back, because I am heading there now to see him IN PERSON because I haven’t got to hold him yet!!! (click on pictures for full view.)