So, onto part two!
As I said in my last post, we were in the hospital for two weeks after
Levi was born. This post will
explain more about our experiences there, and what it was like to spend time in
both the NICU and pediatrics at RUH.
On October 15, 2013 at 2:52 pm, our son was born
and Ryan and I were so excited to finally meet him! When he was delivered, he wasn’t crying as he should, and
our excitement turned to worry as we wondered what was wrong. The doctors and nurses hovered over him
as they tried to get him to cry, and we didn’t get a chance to really see him
for several minutes while they worked on him. It was very nerve-wracking to not know what was going on. Eventually, a nurse came over with the
information that it was a boy, born with cleft lip and palate and he was
breathing, but not quite as efficiently as he should. She mentioned that they were going to take him down to the
NICU where they would assess him more thoroughly. I was allowed to hold him for a few minutes, and then they
whisked him down for his assessment.
Ryan and I were worried, but glad that he had safely arrived
and knew that he was in good hands as they tried to figure out what was
wrong. Eventually, we learned that
Levi had been born with a collapsed lung, which was why he hadn’t been
breathing quite right. They were
going to perform surgery on him to place a tube into his lung and were going to
keep him in the NICU while they monitored his progress. We waited for what seemed like ages
until we were able to go visit him.
It was heartbreaking to see my son lying in an isolette, hooked up to
all those IV’s and monitors, but I was happy that he was breathing on his own
and the nurses said he was doing relatively well. We weren’t allowed to hold him at that point, as he had just
had the chest tube put in and it was so hard for us to watch this tiny little
person lying there so helplessly, and not be able to cuddle and kiss him.
Levi spent the first part of our hospital stay in the NICU,
which was quite a difficult time, especially because it has quite a few rules
to follow. This was
understandable, as it is a very sensitive environment, but also draining as a
parent. Only two visitors were
allowed to see Levi at a time, and one always had to be a parent. When a visitor came to see Levi, Ryan
or I would take them into the room, teach them their proper hand washing
protocol, then spend some time with our little man. We also had to call in to the receptionist every time we
wanted to see Levi, and there were certain times of the day when we weren’t
allowed to visit him. This was
certainly not how I envisioned my first few days of having a baby. My dreams of having a newborn included
having a night or two on post-partum, a cute take-home outfit and a happy
welcome home shortly after having our baby. I did not anticipate the reality of what was happening… the requirement to call a receptionist
before I could see my son, having my little boy laying in an isolette with
wires and tubes strapped to him, and not being allowed to hold him. Ryan and I could not understand why
this was happening, and asked God to give us strength to deal with this trying
situation. And God is
faithful. He gave us patience and
strength as we dealt with nurses and doctors and also as we started to learn
about Levi’s condition.
Over those first couple of days, we met with several
specialists, and it was fairly overwhelming to have just had a new baby and
have all these people explaining what was going to happen with your child. One of the people that we met with most
frequently was a speech language pathologist, whose specialty was in
feeding. Because Levi has a cleft
palate, he is not able to provide the suction necessary for breastfeeding, so she
taught us how to feed him using a special bottle. I was still very adamant that I wanted make sure Levi was
getting breastmilk, though, so I began to express milk to use in his
bottle. This in itself has been a
test of patience, as I not only have to feed him, but also spend time after his
feeds to express my milk. It’s
been a long haul, but I’m glad he is getting the most nutrients that he can. Also, one positive to having Levi using
a bottle is that I’ve been able to share the joy of feeding him with not only
Ryan, but also Levi’s grandparents and auntie!
While he was in the NICU, he was being fed initially through
an IV. When they decided he was
ready for milk, they used an NG tube, which ran into his nostril, and straight
into his stomach. Because he was
fed passively for this time, it took us a while to learn how to feed him using
the bottle. At first, we would
only be able to feed him a small amount by the bottle and the rest would be
placed into his stomach via the NG tube.
Slowly, we learned how to feed him and he became much more efficient at
eating. Before we were allowed to
leave the hospital, however, the doctor’s continued to monitor his weight gain. They decided that he was healthy enough
to leave the NICU, but not to be discharged, so we were sent to pediatrics.
This was both a blessing and a disappointment. It was a blessing, as now we would be
able to actually stay with Levi in his room, but a disappointment, as we would
have much rather taken our son home!
The rules in Peds were a lot less strict, but the day to day routine
became draining. Levi would wake
up, I would call a nurse to bring some milk, they would take his vitals, I
would change his diaper, feed him, then he would go back to sleep. Repeat every few hours. For days. Each day ran into the next… a blur of beeping machines, a
different nurse each shift, doctor’s rounds in the morning and waiting. Always waiting. Waiting to hear new information,
waiting for nurses to bring milk and take Levi’s vitals, waiting for doctors to
assess our son, and waiting to hear if we could be discharged.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I fully appreciate the fact that we have amazing medical
care in our country. RUH was a
blessing for us, and we thank the doctors and nurses who treated our son,
however, Ryan and I became frustrated that we were being kept in the hospital
even though there seemed to be no reason for it. Now I don’t claim to be a medical professional, but I felt
that Levi would have been perfectly fine to be discharged far sooner than we
were allowed. I felt that I could
do just as good of a job feeding him at home as I could in the hospital. That was not my call to make, though, and
we understood that they had Levi’s best interest at heart.
Finally, we were allowed to come home with a day pass on
October 26 to see how he would do overnight. Levi rocked it.
He ate like a champ and we were so proud of how well he did for his
first night at home! We came back to
the hospital the next morning for one last assessment and after a few final
hiccups, we finalized the paperwork for our discharge! Hallelujah! We brought Levi home on October 27, 2013 and we were so
excited that we could finally be together as a family in our home!
Levi has been doing awesome since we’ve been home, and it’s
been a joy to watch him develop and grow.
Even though being in the hospital was not something I had planned for,
or wanted to experience, it definitely opened my eyes to those families who have
children in the NICU or pediatrics for months at a time, or longer. Two weeks felt like a lifetime, but it
was nothing compared to the time spent in the hospital by many other families
who have premature babies, or children who are sick. We were blessed that Levi was a healthy baby, with only a
few minor complications and thank God that we had the expertise of the medical
professionals at RUH and are now able to raise him in the comfort of our own
home.
I look forward to sharing with you more about what we’ve
been up to since we’ve been at home!
Thanks for reading!
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Levi in his isolette in the NICU - 1 day old |
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Learning how to feed him - 2 days old |
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Our happy little man... 3 months old |