Scott was gracious enough to post about our day/evening. Here’s the rest of the story according to Mom 🙂
I was completely exhausted after getting ZERO sleep. Luke slept from about 9-11pm, grunted for another hour and stayed awake from midnight until 6am. He was in pain, he wasn’t nursing and I desperately missed Scott. We always do the tag-team thing well and not having my partner around was horribly difficult. As Scott said in his post we shared some pretty honest texts for a couple of hours. After I stopped feeling sorry for myself and crying over Luke being in pain, I started praying. Why the heck didn’t I start that from the beginning?!? 4am-6am is still a blur, but we muddled through it and I spent some sweet Luke time just holding and talking to him.
Considering how icky the night went, I was thrilled that we both slept from 6-9am. The nurses were even kind enough to let us be. God bless my day nurse Amber. I can’t begin to tell you what a welcome sight she was after my evening nurse the night before. To be fair, I was on the edge and I just don’t think she knew what to do to help. Eh. It is what it is.
Our day went so-so. Luke didn’t make super great diapers and didn’t eat super great, either. So, I certainly wasn’t surprised when the doctor ordered us to stay another day until we could get back on track. Honestly? I was relieved. My heart wasn’t ready to bring him home until I knew he was ok.
I had two highlights of the day. One was seeing a friend, Shannon, who came with a Mandola’s meatball sandwich and cookies in hand. Those are always the best friends, you know. We just chatted, she accused me of lying about Luke’s condition because he was so smiley, we hugged, she left and I got my second wind. Mid-afternoon, we got word that the previously scheduled MRI (for our neurosurgeon…completely undrelated to our hospital stay) was rescheduled for the afternoon. Highlight #2.
There are two types of MRIs…the kind with sedation (anesthesia, breathing tube, yadda, yadda, yadda) and the kind without. Considering Luke’s rocky start and unsteady progress I asked if we could try the one without sedation. The techs papoose the babies, keeping them still. It only works if they cooperate though and that was the tricky part. Just before transport picked us up, Luke fell asleep and did fantastic-o during the procedure. I seriously cried when they told me he passed and the MRI test was a good one. I’m pretty sure the nurses cheered when we arrived back at his room after hearing the good news.
Our evening was pretty uneventful. The nurses held Luke while I took a much-needed shower and then we headed to bed in hopes of a great night.
One important thing I’ve neglected to mention over the last couple of posts was the unexpected visits from two sweet friends. Linda, muchas gracias for the muffins, hug and words of encouragement. I can’t think of a better way to start my Tuesday. And Kelley, and oh-so-stinkin-cute daughter Lucy, stopped by on Tuesday afternoon. I’m not sure I can adequately express the delight in my heart to see them at my hospital door. In a special way, Kelley understands our anxiety and worry and we both shared the hug of understanding. Lucy, of course, gave me the best high five and hug. Ever.
We also have some friends in 3 North, the Davenports. Brandon is a classmate of Will’s at Holy Family and Ginger, his mom, works for Scott. Brandon ruptured his appendix and had surgery on Friday. Providentially, our rooms were just four doors apart. Pretty durn nice to have a friend a quick walk away.
Brandon…GET WELL SOON. We’re praying for ya buddy.
And that, my friends, brings us to Day 10.