Dec 7, 2008
We're H-O-M-E HOME!
A few days shy of Mia turning five months old, she finally got to come home. I found out I was pregnant over a year ago- A YEAR! Big Sigh.... I am soooo glad to be home.
I pulled up to our house with the kids jumping up and down in the front yard. They ran to the car and I had to do some convincing for them to allow me to pull into the driveway. We had a warm reception with flowers, cards- and WONDERFULLY CLEAN house (thanks RS sisters). My sister-in-law Beebs decorated our house with a big 'welcome home Mia' banner, and balloons galore. The amazing thing about this girl is she had a baby LAST WEEK. Thank you so much!
There has definitely been a learning curve to being home. Between my mom and I we were up last night at 11, 12, 2, 3, 4, and 6. It was a laooooong night. Mia of course sleeps right through all of the drug administering and feeding schedule. During her 3 o'clock feed- her NG tube came out. I could not find the spare that the hospital sent us home with. After looking for a long time I started to stress out because her feed was way overdue. I decided to sanitize her old one and try to shove that one back down. If you have never placed an NG tube down your infants throat- thank your lucky stars! It is torture. Well, Ok- it isn't always torture, but it was last night. The old tube was so flimsy from being in her that we could not get it down to her stomach. To place an NG tube you have to shove a small tube (you've seen in most her pics) down to her stomach through her nose. Simple enough? Last night after shoving and shoving the end came through her mouth twice, out of her other nostril once, and somewhere in her throat, but not into her stomach the last time. After realizing that if I couldn't get this down we would be headed back to the hospital because she has to eat; I decided to check all the bags one more time for our spare. I finally found it in my bed room in a bag that Jensen brought up stairs trying to be helpful. I got the new NG tube down and Mia got her milk.
My sweet mother is experiencing more than her fare share of sadness. I never thought the words "hold her down mom" would ever leave my lips. She is an angel- and the only person on the planet that has prevented me from dropping into the fetal position many times. I know, I know- but these last months have been traumatizing and I am so thankful for the mother/daughter bond we have.
I revamped her ativan/morphine wean so we are not constantly giving her meds. We have so many meds on top of the wean, that we were literally giving meds every two hours.
Today my mom said that we are Lucy and Ethel. It's true! We're running around trying to figure to get a handle on pumps, get her vitals taken, and trying not to use a mop to wipe her face. I mistakenly grabbed a mop cover thinking it was washcloth. Meds are getting pushed through her tube while we are still clamping it- forcing the med out of the other port. Ellie likes to be in the mix so she was the unfortunate one to be covered by prevacid when it came spraying out of the tube. Luckily it wasn't one of her heart meds- that wouldn't have been funny. Now that we are well on our way to day 2 we are feeling much more confident.
I am sure there will be many more adventures a la Mia. The good news is- some of the medications will taper off and we will just have her immuno-suppressant drugs to deal with. That will be NICE. I will get some photo's up soon.
While we were bringing in bags after bags Jensen lifted his hands way above his head and said..."MOM- now we can be a happy family!!!" He waited for that day for so long!
*This pic is of my daddy who happens to be Mia's #1 fan. He finally got to hold her- that was a good day. I have a feeling that she will get whatever she wants from her "papa".