Hi, my name is Kathryn and I hate the NICU.
After a good day yesterday (and an equally good night with the evening nurse), I was feeling really good about Luke’s progress. My parents met me in the NICU for his 8am feed, he didn’t do great, but I didn’t think too much about it. My parents and I enjoyed a really nice brunch together and it was refreshing to get out of the hospital. But, I couldn’t seem to shake a nagging feeling that something was wrong with Luke.
At his 11am feed, I saw Dr. W and got a good report. His billy levels were way down (the light is gone!), his creatnine has stabilized at around .7/.6 (we want it to be lower, but at least it’s going down) and all signs were pointing us in the “you’re headed in the right direction” pathway. In fact, it was at this feed that I noticed he had lost his umbilical cord! We even talked about giving him a bath later today.
Luke was extremely irritable and wouldn’t latch, nor would he take the bottle. In fact, as I was burping him, I was worried that he might spit up blood. At the time, I thought my mind was just working overtime. Lesson #56 in the NICU, your intuition is never wrong.
When I arrived at the 2pm feed, both the nurse and I suspected something was going on. He took about two drinks of the milk and then started wailing. Not good. We opened his diaper – oh, so not good. He had bloody stool. In about two minutes there was a nurse practioner, the neonatoligist and three nurses at his bedside. After an exam of his belly by Dr. W, an x-ray was ordered and they arrived five minutes later.
Let me just say this…those are all things you do NOT want to happen at your child’s bedside. It appears he has the infection we prayed he would never have. We’re doing x-rays every 6-8 hours and he’s on no feeds for at least a week, but it could be 10-14 days. You know how that all went down with this mom. It is the most helpless, horrible feeling that I would not wish on my worst enemy, even a Longhorn 🙂
Scott’s here at the hospital, while Nana, Papa and Aunt A and Uncle D are keeping things humming on the homefront.