I went to visit Seth today, as usual. Both last night and today played out pretty much the same. I arrived. He was satting in the 90's. I would put my hand on his head ever so gingerly just to let him know I was there and to show him some "positive" touch. He'd wake up, freak out rebel as only preemie babies know how...breath less, jack up the heart rate, and cause the monitors to beep, bleep, whir and siren. As if they were censoring their own curse words.
Ironically both last night and today the nurse was out on lunch break and another nurse was covering. So they had to call, interrupt her lunch and she'd come to the rescue. Seth would eventually calm down after being suctioned, diaper changed, re-wrapped like a little pig in a blanket and rotated to a different position. After spending 20 minutes satting in the 60's to 70's he'd finally return to the land of 90 just before I would head out each time. All in all it was about an hour adventure each time from start to finish. Makes the time go quickly, that's for sure.
But the other night that I visited, he was alert, looked around and was just calm. It was so nice, and I was so thankful for just that one evening. Just to see him kind of back to his old self.
Okay, I started this hours ago, and now it's late and I'm no longer waxing poetic. So that's it for now. Off to bed.
i look every day to see if there is a new word on little Seth. I guess from what you say it is better he remains untouched for the time being. Poor little guy. I know I was fed through a vein in my head and was in hospital over 2 months, but don't remember all the poking, etc, so Seth will forget too, so that's a good thing. Continuing to pray with faith that God can heal completely and fully. love you all. Aunt Sally
ReplyDeleteI'm just glad to see that he is stating in the 90s when you're not poking him!
ReplyDeleteBabies are amazingly resilient. Kyleigh used to scream until she threw up everytime we got in the car and we got in the car a lot with three therapy appointments a week and usually at least one doctor visit a week. While it was happening, I thought it would never end...but eventually it did.
We pray for Seth everyday.