Throughout this whole process I have been trying so, so hard to avoid the NICU.
Keeping Calvin inside meant staying out of the NICU.
At the beginning, each day on the Maternal Fetal Care Unit was a week out of the NICU.
Then 4 days out of the NICU, then 3, then 2. You get the picture.
We took a poll on the fetal surgery page we are a part of and found the record for shortest NICU stay of a 34-weeker was 5 days. And this was a ‘wimpy white boy’ too!
(traditionally white boys make for the weakest preemies, hence the NICU term wimpy white boy.)
So we made it our goal-
5 days in the NICU.
When we told the nurses this they thought we were joking.
The ones that thought we were serious quickly tried to lower our expectations.
We even wrote our goal on our white board:
But then a nurse added a “1” and changed our goal to 15 days.
Because a 34 weeker getting out in 5 days was unheard of.
And now I see why!
Tomorrow marks our 5th day in the NICU, and I feel like we are ages away from being ready to take this baby boy home!
He got his umbilical arterial line out yesterday, so they are no longer continuously monitoring his blood pressure or taking daily labs.
He also got his peripheral IV line out, and his indwelling foley catheter out.
Now he just has his umbilical IV that he’s getting fluids and lipids through.
We are straight cathing him every 4 hours.
Yesterday when we got to his room we found him on bili lights… broken heart again, he HATES the purple goggles!! He’s always swiping at them and moving his head and trying to squirm out of them.
His bili was 8 yesterday and this morning was up to 9, so he’s still on the lights.
He is in a warmer and has a temperature probe connected to him that controls how warm the bed gets.
He is getting his nutrition through his central line right now, but we are feeding him drops of breast milk onto his binky so he gets used to eating with his mouth a little bit.
Clearly all the nurses at MFCU were spot on for thinking we were crazy for wanting to be out in 5 days.
I have to go back to my room every night and concede defeat and admit I was wrong.
(who I now call Grandma Tamara, now that Calvin’s here )
you were so right.
At least I am going to be discharged tomorrow!
After 3 weeks in the hospital, preceded by 5 weeks of bed rest, preceded by 2 weeks in the hospital, I will walk out of here a free woman!