Today was much the same as the past few days: lots of cuddle shifts, some skin to skin. Today’s skin to skin was a bit distressing for me — it was right before one of Ambrose’s scheduled feeds, so of course he was going crazy smelling my milk and trying to find his source of food. Poor kid was banging his head up against my chest and screaming!
The exciting news: we are going up on feed volume rather quickly. He is doing great with the milk, knock on wood. No reflux or nothin’. His pediatric PICC line has already started to clot, argh, but as soon as we can get him on enough nutrition through his belly, they can take it out. So it’s a bit of a race against time. If the PICC line does clot, though, they’re not going to reinsert it; instead, they’ll give him an IV, as it will only be in for a fairly short amount of time.
He’s doing great with oxygen as well. Today we finally brought his flow down to a 4, and come 4 p.m. his oxygen saturation was doing so well that the nurse actually reduced his FiO2 to 26%. I’m typing this at 4:45. If he does well at this percentage, she’ll bring the flow down to a 3, which is where he needs to be to start oral feeds and get that awful NG tube out of his nose. That said, he is still breathing a bit faster than they’d like for him to be, so I think he’ll need to slow his roll before he can get on the boob.
All in all, it feels like progress, albeit slow progress. He did end up needing a dose of morphine last night, but the doctor said that one dose in two days is actually quite remarkable.
How is Mom? Typing this later in the day, not so good, physically speaking. It appears I’ve already developed my first case of mastitis. It came on ridiculously suddenly: fever, one-sided pain, chills. The classic stuff. Not fun at all. So right now I’m sitting in Urgent Care, facing a two-hour wait for some antibiotics. They say that one of the reasons for developing it is overdoing it, so I guess I’m going to have to really take it easy from now on. Which super, super stinks. I really want to spend all my time with my baby. If they could just wheel in a hospital bed for me to lay in next to him, that would be super fantastic.
Alas. I’ll just have to tough this one out and hope that Ambrose continues to improve without quite so much of Mom’s TLC.