Just to finish off my busy week last week, a few more interesting things happened.
After we got home from the negligent children’s hospital we all were exhausted and managed to sleep pretty well. Early Thursday morning, Littlest managed to pull out her feeding tube. Hmmm….seems to me that wasn’t supposed to happen according to Ms. I’m too busy to teach you nurse. We had an already scheduled appointment with the new pediatrician and so I waited until we went in to have them put the tube back in. We actually saw the new pediatrician. I love her. She is no nonsense, but yet compassionate and very perceptive. She had me crying in less than 5 minutes. Okay, I cry easy, I know that, but I’ve been very good lately about buckin’ up and suckin’ up. She just immediately knew the situation and seemed to know our stress points and where we needed help. I’m sure years of experience taught her that, but compared to our old pediatrician, there is no contest. I felt comfortable and not frustrated. My questions were answered before I even asked them. She also understood that we were constantly having appointments every week, so she said to schedule every other week so not to stress us all out. Wonderful!
We then had a 2:30 appointment with the home health nurse to learn to insert the feeding tube. Once again, I was not really impressed. Mainly what we did was paperwork. She was one of those slow motion people, nothing happened fast. What could have been done in half an hour, was done in almost two hours. She would be writing something down, then slowly look up and over at Littlest, then make a little noise and then go back to her paperwork. Then she very briefly said what to do to insert the feeding tube and that we weren’t going to actually do it because it seemed to be in fine and no use stressing out Littlest. Well apparently Littlest decided I needed to actually do it because she pulled out her tube a few minutes later. It really isn’t any big deal. The hardest part is getting the tape on her face to make it stay. I’ve re-inserted her tube about four times now and it’s not so bad. So, if you ever need an NG tube inserted, I’m your man. The home health nurse finally left, slowly, and we took the rest of the day off for good behavior.
Friday was Bug’s 12 month checkup and shots. She is such a good girl. She only cried a little bit. She slept for about three hours afterwards though. Her height has finally reached the 52nd percentile and her weight is still in the 30th, but her head is way up there. She is doing good, reaching milestones, and just an all around joy. Daddy took her to her appointment with the old pediatrician since the appointment was already scheduled. It will probably be the last time Bug goes there. Even though I really like the doctor and I’ve seen her for years and years, but since she went into her own practice, she is always too rushed and I feel like she’s out the door before I even get to ask my questions. Oh well, time to move on.
Saturday I took a couple hours all to myself. I took a Knifty Knitter loom knitting class at Craft Warehouse. It was fun. I think I could “knit” using the looms and it’s easier on the hands that’s for sure.
So that rounded out the week. I have to add to my previous post about the stay at the lack of care hospital. When my child is in the hospital, I want to be there and help care for her, I just didn’t think I would be doing most of the care. I had more monitoring and watching when I had my gallbladder out as an adult than she did as a preemie on a peds floor. Very unacceptable.
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