Mile stones
Over this past week we have been hitting major miles stones left and right.
Blakelyn is now on room temperature and holding her own swaddled up like a little baby. She has been doing amazing with that. She loves to be swaddled in tight. Its been good for her and her feeding tubes relationship hahaha before the nurses had to try their best to trap her hands down because she loved to pull at her feeding tube.
On Wednesday I got to the NICU for my 5:00 visit and find out they had given her, her first bottle and she took all 34cc. I was beyond myself. I tell the nurse " I thought you don't start that till 34 weeks." she tells me "Oh the doctor feels like she is ready to try it out twice a day, either breastfeeding or bottle feeding." I was so happy!! We have been told this is the next hardest mile stone for a micro preemie like her. That night at 8:00 I decided to try nursing because I can now. I knew she wasn't going to latch on but I was so excited to give it a try and feel that Mother Child connection. She sucked at it a few times which was the most amazing experience ever...
Thursday I get to the NICU at 5:00 with my mom and I tried bottle feeding her for my first time. It also was the coolest feeling ever I have been holing on to the knowing that this day would happen eventually but I never knew it would this soon. She had 16cc of her 34cc. Not as much as I was anticipating but I knew this was going to be hard for her and me. Me emotionally but her physically. Taking a bottle is a lot of work and uses up lots of her energy.
Friday was finally here... Dad got to see her for the second time this whole week. Ben had to go back to school which has been so hard but something that has to be done. He is amazing for that and one day when Blakelyn is wanting to just quit we can tell her about daddy and how he stuck it out for her. Anyways... Ben got to give her his first of many bottles. She was more tired this time and took 8cc. We know this is going to be hard but we are so proud of her. That night at 8:00 I attempt to give her, her second bottle for the day and she struggled a little gagging on the milk hitting the back of her throat and her oxygen levels dropping so I call it quits and she had 18cc but a lot of it ended up in the burp rag so who knows how much she really ate or not.
Saturday Ben called in the AM to see how she was doing. The nurse told him she had blood like mucus in her stool and she was going to have her second eye exam. It was going to be a rough morning for her. He decide to stay home and take care of things there, we would be no good at the hospital sitting around worrying. We got there at 2:00 I gave her another bottle. She did much better. She drank all but 6cc of it and her sats were normal overall. It was such a relief after the kink of morning she had. We decided we were going to give her a break and give her 12hrs to recuperate and save up energy for her next feeding. I had told the nurse we wanted a call no matter the time to hear how the bottle went. Well.... 2:20am my phone rings and all I remember is her saying she took the whole thing. I was so happy!!!! She did it again. Resting between is going to be what we have to do for now till she is bigger.
While all this is going on with her trying to nipple the doctor is starting to turn down her oxygen flow. Blakelyn has been doing amazing with that also. She is now off the machine and just hooked into the oxygen in the wall. Its crazy to think that when she comes home it could be a possibility for her to be totally off oxygen and we wouldn't have to deal with that and monitors at home. I had always planned on that being the case because she was so tiny and not doing the best for the longest time. But you just never know... Her oxygen is now at .5 flow and sitting at 25% oxygen. Blakelyn is always amazing us I don't know why we are as surprised as we are each time we hit each mile stone but we are.
We are so lucky to have her as our first born. Its not the ideal situation to be in but I know we were chosen to be her parent and were chosen to watch a tiny miracle right before our eyes everyday.
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First bottle with mom |
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First bottle with dad |
How Preemie Moms Are Chosen
by Erma Bombeck
Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia.
Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect She has just the right amount of selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see-- ignorance, cruelty, prejudice-- and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."