Day 18: Talks of Home?

This is just a shot of Ambrose getting his cares done. Cares are where they check a bunch of stuff on him: tummy circumference, blood pressure, temperature, chest noises, etc. It’s a good way to wake him up a bit when he falls asleep in the middle of feeding.

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 17: Taking the Car Seat Test

Today we tried out the car seat! As I wrote yesterday, the goal was to keep Ambrose in there for an hour without his oxygen stats dropping. J and I were at an organ recital in the tabernacle while they performed the bulk of the test (they even fit the straps to him, how handy!) but I managed to get back in right at the end and take a few shots of him in the seat. He was very hungry and also soiled, hence the slight tantrum. But I don’t blame him. I also get very angry when I’m hungry.

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 16: Testing Out the Bottle

This is Ambrose getting his first bottle! This morning at 11 two women from PT stopped by to evaluate his mouth and get him going on the bottle. They said everything looked great with him, for the most part, and then started feeding him. For a first-timer, he took it like an absolute champ — downed two of the three ounces before getting sleepy and stopping. I even got my own shot with it!

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 15: Chugging Along

Excuse the bluish light in this photo — Ambrose’s neighbor is having some jaundice issues.

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 14: Mom Gets Rest

Today marks two weeks in the NICU. I know it’s not the worst thing in the world — some folks spend months here — but it’s really wearing on me. Have I said that enough already? 😉

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 13: Lower Oxygen + More Troubles For Mom

Ambrose had another good day today; I did not.

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 12: More Baby Steps

It’s been a long day, so I’ll keep this short, but I know people like to keep their eye out for daily Ambrose updates, so here it is!

Honestly, there’s not too much news. The biggest thing is that we’ve got him down to a 2 on the oxygen flow. The decrease is going to be pretty gradual from here on out. We asked today what flow he’d need to be on in order to come home on oxygen (not ideal, but a possibility) and the answer is, something below .25. So we’ve got a ways to go. The doctor estimates we could be out within the next week or two.

Which is sort of crazy to me. I feel like our lives are in limbo right now, and that it’s never going to end. But Ambrose is doing great, and he is going to come home with us some day. But that day feels like it will never come. It’s sort of like when I was pregnant: I thought I would never be un-pregnant. I knew logically that something had to happen, but I couldn’t imagine that day. I was going to be the 40-year-old with a 10-year-old fetus just chilling away. (Speaking of, the cartoon below offered me a much-needed laugh on a day when I was absolutely desperate and upset about the fact that I was still pregnant.)

Anyway. As for the breastfeeding journey, we had a pretty successful evening feed! He latched on and sucked away, on and off, for what felt like a few minutes, which is much longer than he’s been doing in the past. I’m not actually sure he got much to eat, but progress is progress. The nurse said she estimated 10 mls, based on his residuals, which is something I don’t even know how to explain, on top of the fact that I don’t know how she got that number. But okay! I’ll take it!

I asked the doctor about bottle feeds during rounds this morning, and she said she’s not ready to start them just yet. We’ve only just started trying with the breastfeeding; additionally, she said the high flow somehow makes it difficult for him to coordinate the suck-swallow reflex, and so…um…yeah. It all made sense when she told me this morning 🙂 In any case, we’re going to keep working on breastfeeding only for a few more days before we consider switching to bottles.

This has gone on longer than I was planning. It’s time for bed! I’ve been very tired, but I know I face a new level of tired once we finally take him home. Which, yes, will eventually happen. One day at a time. Chug chug chug, puff puff puff.

P.S. If you’re wondering what’s going on with the hat in the photo up above, the front desk of the hospital has hats you can just…take, I guess? I’m assuming they’re made by volunteers. So I grabbed this one because it looks similar to a hat Dad has. That face is just priceless, no?

Tags : , , ,

Day 11: A Bit of Progress!

See that? That’s what I get for wearing a high-contrast shirt to visit Ambrose. He was more interested in the stripes than in gazing into Mom’s eyes!

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 10: Another Day Down

It really is getting hard for me to remember how many days we’ve been here. Every day just sort of slides into the next. I pump at 6 a.m., eat some breakfast, go back to sleep until my 8:30 a.m. pumping, lounge around some, make my way over to the NICU, hold Ambrose, pump some more, eat lunch, pump some more, hold Ambrose some more, pump some more, eat dinner…and on and on.

Read more

Tags : , , ,

Day 9: The Joy Of Breastfeeding

Okay, that’s an ironic title to this blog post.

Because actually, things went pretty terribly when I tried to feed Ambrose today. There was a whole lot of thrashing and screaming, and not a lot of sucking. Very discouraging for me, seeing him all worked up and unable to do anything about it. He’s really going to have to work on his suck.

Read more

Tags : , , ,