Archive | 19. Mar, 2008

Finally well enough to visit the Baby Factory


What are they feeding this child?  I swear she has chunked up since we saw her last.   She still weighs less than 5 pounds, but definitely is getting her baby fat.   We haven’t been able to see her for the past four days because of all our illnesses, but it feels like it has been months.  She changes so quickly now and is doing very well.  She is off her caffeine, they stopped one of her diuretics, and she is still eating about every other feed with the bottle (a feed being 37 ml).  Last night she was just too worn out to wake up for us, so I held her while they gavaged her feed.  She had seen the occupational therapist and they worked on her suck, swallow, breathe pattern - how they do that I don’t know.  Also every time they discontinue a medication, it takes her body a while to adjust.  

There are several new babies in Mouse’s Pod.  One young mom and dad were in visiting their little boy.  The baby’s desat alarm went off while mom was changing the diaper.  I swear the dad jumped back 10 feet!  It was like he expected a crash cart, nurses, and the calvary to come rushing in.  When nobody came right away, he looked around kinda sheepish.  I remember those days.  Now if I hear an alarm, I do my gentle stimulation to Mouse and look at the monitor.  Last night I keep finding myself doing it automatically only to find out she wasn’t the one alarming.  She was just sleeping peacefully, breathing and her heart beating without any reminders necessary. 

I topped off the night with a near perfect swaddle.  I have never been able to swaddle to save my soul.  Bug hated to be swaddled and busted out at every opportunity.  Mouse loves it, but a limb always manages to escape.  Also it always is so messy, kind like I threw the blanket on the floor and rolled her around in it.  Imagine calf roping at the rodeo.  Here I am running after Mouse, I throw her down, wrap the blanket around her and throw my hands up!  Time?!  Okay, maybe the calf ropers are neater and much smoother too.  Anyhow, I think because Mouse is much bigger and doesn’t seem so fragile, I feel more comfortable and can be a more effective swaddler.  So here is a picture of Momma’s almost perfect swaddle.

 
Just don’t unwrap her, you will see how things can look good on the outside, but be kinda of a wreck on the inside.