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Jul. 6th, 2008 04:42 pmPitocin sucks, though not as much as I'd heard; it helped that this time I was in the hospital with the anesthesiologist right next door handling another patient when contractions got really annoying.
Emergency c-sections suck worse, particularly when one's husband isn't there because the fracking nurses swore up and down that noooo, sir, your wife's not going to be doing anything for a couple more hours, it's totally ok that you go get a bite to eat... Then Jack's heartrate decelled for the fourth time since they made me check in... and suddenly I'm getting wheeled into surgery at ludicrous speed while various medically trained people bark worrisome jargon at each other, and I'm whispering Hail Marys faster and more fervently than I can ever remember needing to do. I revert to such a Catholic under stress lately. ^_^; Thanks to the epidural, it didn't hurt... But God-damn it felt weird. Like I was a load of semi-stuck laundry being tugged out of a dryer, and the dryer, all at the same time.
This is the short version; I'm pretty freaking tired.
Jack's in the NICU still; he was latching well, but not sucking. Not on me, not on two different kinds of bottle nipples, not on a nurse's gloved finger... Not even with sugar-water dabbed on. Between that and his difficulty keeping his core temperature up, they've been monitoring him in the NICU, and periodically wheeling him back to my room. He's on a feeding tube in his nose, to keep his weight up and give him a chance to build up strength until he figures out hot to suck properly. Last night we had a great feeding session, and the doctors want me to try some more tomorrow. They just didn't have a chance to work on it much today, because a couple new babies were born this morning that are in far worse shape and they haven't had a chance to work on Jack's new treatment plan.
So tonight he's still on the feeding tube; he seems happy, if scrawny. Last seen, he was chilling out under the warming lamp like a little sunbather, snoring away.
I was cleared to leave, and put on boarding status, so I can come back at any time. There was nothing I could do there that I can't do at home, til they let me start nursing him again, so I came home to hug my husband and boy.
Dav's been doing a kick-ass job taking care of the house and Zodling while I was laid up. ^_^ I picked a good one.
Tomorrow we call the NICU and find out what they want us to do and when they want us to come in. Pics will be forthcoming when Dav gets a chance.
Emergency c-sections suck worse, particularly when one's husband isn't there because the fracking nurses swore up and down that noooo, sir, your wife's not going to be doing anything for a couple more hours, it's totally ok that you go get a bite to eat... Then Jack's heartrate decelled for the fourth time since they made me check in... and suddenly I'm getting wheeled into surgery at ludicrous speed while various medically trained people bark worrisome jargon at each other, and I'm whispering Hail Marys faster and more fervently than I can ever remember needing to do. I revert to such a Catholic under stress lately. ^_^; Thanks to the epidural, it didn't hurt... But God-damn it felt weird. Like I was a load of semi-stuck laundry being tugged out of a dryer, and the dryer, all at the same time.
This is the short version; I'm pretty freaking tired.
Jack's in the NICU still; he was latching well, but not sucking. Not on me, not on two different kinds of bottle nipples, not on a nurse's gloved finger... Not even with sugar-water dabbed on. Between that and his difficulty keeping his core temperature up, they've been monitoring him in the NICU, and periodically wheeling him back to my room. He's on a feeding tube in his nose, to keep his weight up and give him a chance to build up strength until he figures out hot to suck properly. Last night we had a great feeding session, and the doctors want me to try some more tomorrow. They just didn't have a chance to work on it much today, because a couple new babies were born this morning that are in far worse shape and they haven't had a chance to work on Jack's new treatment plan.
So tonight he's still on the feeding tube; he seems happy, if scrawny. Last seen, he was chilling out under the warming lamp like a little sunbather, snoring away.
I was cleared to leave, and put on boarding status, so I can come back at any time. There was nothing I could do there that I can't do at home, til they let me start nursing him again, so I came home to hug my husband and boy.
Dav's been doing a kick-ass job taking care of the house and Zodling while I was laid up. ^_^ I picked a good one.
Tomorrow we call the NICU and find out what they want us to do and when they want us to come in. Pics will be forthcoming when Dav gets a chance.
