World Premature Day and Our Sweet Premie

Yesterday, November 17 was World Prematurity Day.  It is meant to raise awareness of the many families that are touched by prematurity.  Even though my situation wasn't such that I went into random premature labor or had a baby with a defect or preexisting condition, we had a baby 3 months early.  Nothing you can ever read and nothing you can ever say can prepare you for the moment when you find out you are bringing a life into the world too early.  I never once thought about the fact that I might deliver my baby early.  Even on the ambulance ride to JCH, I was thinking about the fact that I would probably be off for a couple days and everything would be fine.  But, the realization that I was in labor slowly sank in.  I was scared, so very very scared.  Babies aren't supposed to be born at 28 weeks.  I was so confident in my doctor and the fabulous nurse that I had, but I still wasn't sure what we were getting into.  Would his lungs be okay? Would he have serious issues?  I had a million questions, but thankfully, not a lot of time to really allow any of it to soak in.  Before I knew it, he was here and he was trying to cry!  The sound still was so sweet to me.  My sweet baby was showing me he was a fighter.  We began on such an adventure, taking it hour by hour at first - then day by day ... Until he was growing steadily and was working on eating well.  Hunter had one dose of serfactin shortly after he was born.  And what a fabulous medicine it is.  He was breathing well on his own and only needed a ventilator for a  little tiny bit.  Despite the scariness, and total lack of control over the situation, it turned out so much better than most people's experience.  We can celebrate our premie and his being healthy and growing.  We are so lucky where some are not.  Our lives have not been easy, but we have so much to be thankful for. Each smile, each peaceful look make me understand how special our baby is.  Today, he is 4 months old.  He has been with us for 4 months - and our lives have changed so much. We went from traveling back and forth to Lafayette everyday for 8 weeks to having him home and not really getting out, to now, trying to get into a routine with me back to work and him being watched by someone else.  I continue to be amazed at his developing personality and LOVE watching him grow.  Say a prayer tonight for the many families are that sitting in NICUs all over watching over their babies.  Say a prayer tonight for the families that aren't able to take their babies home.  Even when things seem bad, someone else is worse.  And that is why we say thank you for our angel every day.  What great plans God has.

The Mystery of Family Genetics ...

Perhaps one of the neatest things about being pregnant is wondering what your child will look like.  I can remember looking at my sister when I was pregnant with Hayden and actually saying out loud, "I am so afraid that my baby is going to an ugly baby!" I know NOW that it wouldn't matter what my child looked like, I would think that they were the most precious baby in the world.  I also know that in the fear of the unknown, it was a legitamate concern!  I mean, who hasn't seen the Seinfeld episode "You gotta see the baby!"
Even though I feel like I have two of the MOST adorable children ever - I do wonder how they ended up with random bits and pieces of everyone.  This topic comes about because Tyson and I are sitting here looking at the RED hair that Hunter is growing!  RED!  Where in the world did he come up with RED hair?!  Anyone in either family want to help me out?  I know that my brother (who Hunter looks a lot like) has red in his beard when he grows it. It's so hard to believe that our two children are so much different.  I mean, Hayden is blond, as blond as blond can be.  And even though people say that he looks like me (and in some ways he does), he looks a lot like Tyson's baby pictures.  Hunter looks NOTHING like Hayden, looking more like my brother than anyone. Tyson just took a picture of him on his phone and said, "Oh Joshie Junior."  The boys are total opposites, but again, SO adorable.
One of the joys of being a mother is holding your baby for the first time and seeing who they are and looking at them and seeing those bits and pieces of where they came from.  The tiny noses and squinty eyes all developed from the people we know and love.  And even as they grow older, the wonderment never really stops. You realize they talk like you, or cough like their great grandpa, or have a cowlick exactly like their cousin.  Its amazing.  Hayden is 2 1/2 and just recently he has really started to look like a BIG kid, not a baby, not a toddler, but a kid.  He is tall and skinny and his feet are growing faster than he can wear out a pair of shoes.  And our sweet Hunter started so little that his chubbiness has changed him so much.  I can't wait to see how a couple years changes him.  Then, the mystery of their family genetics can continue.  And we can wonder where they get other unique family traits :)

Not So FLEETing ...

Our little Hunter has yet to have his FLEETing moment.  Tyson got home at lunchtime yesterday and volunteered (yes, VOLUNTEERED) to give him the goods.  Hunter was increasingly uncomfortable and starting to get pretty fussy, which is really unusual for him.  He was also not all that interested in eating, which bothered me.  The bottle said within 15 minutes to an hour you should see some resolution to the issue.  I then proceeded to leave.  My final words to my sister were, Hey, I gave him that suppository, so expect an explosion.  She is such a good sport, and a fabulous aunt because after the sarcastic, "Gee Thanks!" she stayed.  I was sure by the time I got home, there would be success and we could all breath a little easier, literally and figuratively!  We had nothing, and Hunter was cranky and was totally uninterested in having his 5 o'clock bottle.  I was trying not to panic, because I have some anxiety issues anyway.  After a phone call to my mother (who was vacationing on with her sisters in Florida) and the fabulous NICU staff, we decided we better make sure things were not kinked up or stuck.  I don't know that I would have worried quite so much had Hunter been a normal baby, but we were on Day 6!  Day 6 of all entrance and no exit.  My sister and her fiance were here to watch the boys and she stayed with me and we headed off to the ER.  So, my image of a relaxing evening at home with the three loves of my life, was totally shot.  A rushed call for back-up on Hayden, a run through McDonald's, a gas fill up, and we were off.  All to be told, "I really think we should give it some more time." Really?? REALLY??? "So I drove an hour and brought my premie into the germ filled Emergency Room for that?!"  The doctor proceeded to paint a lovely picture of what they could do to him, but that was followed by, "I don't generally recommend that."  The doctor's pleasent exam did produce a small amount, making our boy feel better I think.  I thought maybe they would say thanks for bringing him, get on out of here ... instead, "We prefer that you pay your co-pay prior to leaving the hospital."  For the small price of $150, I got some piece of mind, a wonderful visit with my sister, an ice cream treat, and a visit with some of the night-shift nurses in the NICU.  They loved seeing our big boy, who weighed in at 11 lbs 2 oz (but remember the back up issue for 6 days ...) and I loved seeing them.  So many of our nurses from the NICU kept me sane during our LOOONNG stay, and helped our angel get bigger and stronger. 

So, we are still waiting on the bomb, yet to be dropped.  They recommended leaving a towel under him in anticiaption.  I am guessing it's going to pop in the middle of the night, isn't that when all fabulous parenting things happen? :)

Any Medicine Called "Fleet"

Our sweet little premie is having some trouble.  And the doctor has prescribed a lovely medicine called FLEET.  I am sure you all know exactly what type of medicine this is.  Of course, not something you can just have the kid swallow and BAM a cure!  It's parent administered.  I am alone today, so this is NOT an adventure I am willing to take on myself.  What an exciting Saturday night we have ahead of us!  I mean, how much more romantic can you get than a nosy toddler, a cranky baby, and a capsule called FLEET!  I foresee the following happening:
Hayden prying his way between Tyson and I as we argue over who is going to draw the short straw.  Then, Hayden asking a hundred questions and commentating the whole thing. "Whatcha doing?  Are you giving him medicine?  Huntee, it's okay.  Mommy, I can try.  Daddy, is he sad?  What's that?  What are you doing with that? I need medicine, too."  I would guess that will only last until he realizes what we are doing.  Then, we spend the next hour waiting for the bomb to go off! 
Let's pray that while I am out this afternoon, Hunter resolves this issue on his own. Then, perhaps the romantic Saturday evening will take a different turn and my wonderful husband will happily change diapers while I sit back and relax!  Here's hoping!!