Forecast is partly sunny with a 50% chance of rain. At least that’s how it feels.
Luke had a decent night, but neither one of us got great sleep. During morning rounds, the on-call surgeon, Dr. Josephs (who we met in the NICU and really liked), wrote an order to pull out his NG tube (the tube in his nose that pulls the contents out of his belly). And sure enough, about an hour later, he made his first diaper. We heard a cheer from the nurse’s station. While we “watched and waited” for more, Scott came up with the kids and my parents after Mass and they had a blast seeing Baby Wuke.
Luke and I hung out while they went to lunch. It was quite nice. We worked on getting some air out of his belly, but after an hour of that, both of us zonked out. When Scott arrived back at the hospital after lunch, one look at his belly and we knew the tube had to go back in. It appears the original NG tube wasn’t working, thus not sucking air and bile out of his belly which made him muy uncomfortable. Shoot, I didn’t need a nurse to tell me that… The tube went back in and it seemed to help.
While Scott held and loved on him, I took a nap. I have to say, being here in 3 North is a complete 180 from the NICU. While he was in the NICU, I never once felt insecure about who was watching him or that he would be cared for by very capable hands. Skipping out of the hospital for a quick lunch left me refreshed and I knew he would be a-okay. That is so not the case here on “the floor.” It’s not that the nurses aren’t capable, they are. It’s just like going from first-class to coach. More passengers, less leg room, the occassional screaming toddler kicking your seat and the obnoxious guy who tries to fit his too-big bag in the overhead bin while yelling at the flight attendant. I’m pretty much here 24/7 until Luke is discharged. Sometimes, I have to admit, I get nervous going to the bathroom without someone else here to watch him. Little hypersensitive, I guess.
Dinner came and went, but we noticed that Luke was getting more irritable. And it was his “I’m hurting” cry which I know well. The nurse was preoccupied with flushing his NG tube and I beelined for his IV. Bingo. Guess what little critter managed to pull it halfway out? Ring any bells? While she left the room to get the supplies Scott and I started to freak out.
Let me backtrack a bit. Luke is hooked up to an apnea monitor. Sometimes when babies are on narcotics, they stop breathing. So, the monitor makes this HORRIFIC noise when it detects no respirations. On Saturday morning, at 4am that thing went off like a freight train. I flew off the couch and ran out to the nurse’s station, calling her name. Calling. Calling. Um, yeah, I had to wake her up. By the time we got back to the room, the monitor was silenced and Luke was looking around the room wondering what all the fuss was about. Sheez.
Note to self: When a nurse says she’s “not really familiar with that kind of monitor” you should consider going to nursing school yourself.
Ok, so now you can see why Scott and I were a little on the edge about the IV. About 10 minutes later, the door opened and two NICU nurses stood before us. I’m pretty sure if we looked hard enough, I could see a ray of light and some angels trumpeting behind them. The cavalry had arrived. When they stepped out to get some supplies, I’m not afraid to tell you that Scott and I did a little happy dance. Sad. We’re dancing about Luke getting an IV 🙂 Two sticks and 8 minutes later, he was set with his new IV bling. Thank you NICU nurses!!
I had the nurses page Dr. Sanchez (the other on-call surgeon) because we were becoming increasingly worried about his distended belly. Layman’s terms? His belly was round and it looked like you could bounce a quarter off the top. When she entered the room, the first thing she did was pat my arm and ask how I was doing. I’m tired of saying “pretty good” so I told her the truth, “not very well.” You know, I thought we left the roller coaster of the NICU behind. But we didn’t. We always knew this surgery was a big one, but I’m pretty sure I underestimated just how hard it would be on all of us – Scott, me, the kids, all those helping us and Luke. There are moments when you know God sends you the right person at the right time and this was that moment. Dr. Sanchez was incredibly compassionate, emphathetic and reasurring. I’m quite positive I would’ve gone to bed in tears if not for her.
After all that crazy, things settled down. Scott went home, my parents stopped by with a hug and Luke and I snuggled, then went to bed. Here’s hoping tomorrow is marked with progress.