The Rest of the Story

The rest of our hospital stay made us want to get out as quickly as possible. I’m not going to go into a lot of detail, because it really irritates me to think about it, and things are so good now, I don’t want to dwell.

  • The nursery nurse stuck his heel repeatedly, decided his glucose was too low (I asked his pediatrician later and he said that the reading wasn’t low, further infuriating me), and without asking me gave the baby formula. As an exclusive breastfeeder, I cannot begin to tell you how angry this made me. It was the first step to getting us gone. Call it a “Crisis of Trust.”
  • Then, because he needed his mama, to nurse and be cuddled, and I had no idea this was going on, they moved him, a healthy baby, that they were trying to find something wrong with, to the Intermediate Care Nursery. The nurse there saw I wasn’t leaving, let me feed him and hold him. His sugars went up (DUH) and they released him to me.
  • We spent all night getting checked every time we fell asleep. I think from Thursday, when I got up around 7 to Saturday night, when I went to bed at 8:30 at home, I got a grand total of an hour and a half of sleep.
  • I had GBS so they wanted to watch him for 48 hours after birth, but they didn’t take the blood culture until late in the afternoon on Friday, so there was no way we were going to get out before late Sunday afternoon. I will not go into the statistics on this, but suffice it to say, they tried to make us feel like we were irresponsibly putting our baby at risk for death for a .025 % chance of infection. On Saturday, we told everyone who would listen that we wanted to leave. Finally, we signed another Against Medical Advice form and got the heck out.
  • Sometimes you have to weigh other risk factors. We decided that another sleepless night would put me at greater risk for PPD than was likely for the baby to develop an infection that we wouldn’t detect. So we left.

Now that we’re home, things have been so good. I can almost forget those 30 hours in the hospital after the birth. Gilbert is so different from Seamus. He’s such a good eater. He got a ten latch score right away, and Seamus had about a five, for the first three weeks. I remember being stressed about Seamus eating, and my dad saying, “Don’t worry, if he’s kin to me and Patrick, he’ll eat.” Gilbert is definitely kin. At his two week appointment today, he’s up to 8lbs and 20.5 inches.

I’ve had two mornings at home with the boys by myself. It’s been easier than I imagined. I’m working on Seamus getting down for a nap, regardless of whether or not he sleeps, he stays in his crib for an hour. Breakfast is the biggest challenge. They both need my attention and I need to eat, too!

Job search is looming! I’m working on my cover letter today. Patrick’s mom is here tag teaming the kids with me, so I am going to get something done. My friend took the first of her comprehensive exams yesterday. I know she’s going to do great! And I’m thinking about going to KY for a visit, now that I’ve found a friend willing to fly to Nashville with me. J–I’ve got lots of drink coupons!

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3 comments

  1. OK. SERIOUSLY. You have a 2 week old baby, and a toddler *younger than mine* and you’re actually working on your job letter? You’re on the MARKET this year? I typically find it very annoying when people say this sort of thing to me, or about anyone else, but I have to say it: YOU ARE SUPERHUMAN.

    (Also, your children are beautiful, you sound like you are doing great, and I’m excited to find your blog.)

    1. Thanks! It sounds harder than it is, right now anyway…the new one still sleeps a lot. Must get a job so I can continue to send kids to daycare; otherwise, there will be the question of what am I doing with my time.

      And thanks for your comment!

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