…Part Three of my Birth Story (this one is long)….
Once we arrived at the nursery to find out what was happening with Logan the nurses looked at each other than looked at us an asked if a doctor had come in to talk to us about Logan. Of course we said no since it had been 2 hours since we had seen him. They had a look on their faces I can’t even describe when they told us that he had been admitted into the NICU and told us to go through the white door in front of us and have a seat in the waiting room. Just hearing the words NICU put me in a panic, walking through the doors to the waiting room felt like someone was taking my breath away.
I was a complete basket case at this point, we had the car seat in our room, we were ready to take Logan home and then he went missing only to find out he was in the NICU and the miscommunication between the nursery nurses and the NICU nurses caused us to not know where he was for two hours.
When Dr. Edmonds came to talk to us he told us that they had done a glucose test with Logan and he scored a 24…normal babies are within the 55-70 range. If we would have taken him home he could have had seizures that would have resulted in a coma or possible brain damage so it was good that I had been so admit that his shivering wasn’t just a normal newborn movement. Dr. Edmonds also told us that they would be keeping Logan for a while to make sure that his hypoglycemia went away. Still at the point where I wasn’t quite listening because I was so hysterical the doctor let us go see Logan. He had an IV, was hooked up to a bunch of machines and looked comatose because they had given him sugar-water because he was so upset.
For the next two weeks Logan was treated for an infection he got during birth as well as hypoglycemia. There was and IV drip that would help him regulate his glucose, it started at a 17 and needed to be turned off and his body needed to stabilize the glucose before he could think about going home. He had his IV moved five times (twice in the head ) and he had over 75 glucose pokes in his little feet. Everyday Wes and I would live and breathe by these glucose tests, if he would score high we would be elated but when he dipped down we just had emotional breakdowns.
I was still trying to recover and wasn’t doing such a great job; with the walking, not resting and eating poorly my body wasn’t holding up. My legs were triple in size, I couldn’t go anywhere after day two without a wheelchair, had a hard time healing because I was always on edge.
I had a hard time holding Logan but at one point he was hysterical and I knew I needed to help him so I just grabbed him and held him close, this picture has all the meaning in the world to me.
After ten days went by our little guy started to look better and eat better. After we switched his formula to Similac Sensitive he started to gain weight and regulate his glucose. On February 13th they took out his IV, he no longer needed the glucose (or so we hoped at that time). That night we had another breakdown because we had thought they may be trying to rush us out and Logan wouldn’t go home healthy, so we asked to speak to the doctor. The poor night nurse thought we wanted to take Logan home so the doctor (who was the head of the NICU) came in trying to convince us that it’s okay he is in the NICU and he needed to stay. So once we sorted out that we were all on the same page, Dr. Cruz assured us that they would not send Logan home if they were not 99.9 percent sure he was healthy.
Early on Valentines Day Logan’s nurse practitioner, Denise came to talk to us about staying in the Parents Room with Logan. We were SO excited that we accepted right away. They have a program where you can have your baby in the parents room and you get to watch over him/her and the nursing staff is only there if you need help; unfortunately the nurse we had that evening made it hard to watch Logan. Since he was hooked up to monitors if Logan would scream it would record it and the nurse would come in and try to calm him down in ways that we are not allowed to at home (such as putting him to sleep on his belly or using sugar-water to calm him down) so the whole point of “trial run” wasn’t in motion for us that night.
When the sun came up and the new nursing staff started we received the best news we could…Logan could go home. It had been two days with Logan keeping his glucose level steady, his infection was cleared up and he was OK to go home.
So at 1:00pm we put him in his first outfit, strapped him in the car seat and headed home. This was one of the best moments of my life, my little boy was ok and coming home.