Today was a good day with Ian. Soon after we arrived the woman came to take the sensors off of his head. He was not very happy about this but at least both Mommy & Daddy were there to help him through it. It's quite unnerving to see your little boy crying but it seems even worse when he can not even make a peep while he's doing it. Mike held his feet together, which they say is a comfort thing for him, and I held his arm. With a calming voice, I walked him through each step before it happened. I assured him we knew it was not fun but it was worth it to be free of the sensors.
While she was finishing and Mike, myself, the nurse and the tech were still around his bed he opened his eyes and was looking at all of us. I think he wanted to see who was doing this to him. After she was done we let him chill out for a bit. Then his nurse mentioned that he needed his diaper changed and asked if I wanted to do it. I was so excited but very nervous. She stayed close and I did the job. It was so nice to hold his warm little leg in my hand. And he didn't even pee on me! She then had me check his temperature, just under his arm. It was so nice to be part of the process.
He looked great today. Not sure if it had to do with less attachments or that his face swelling had gone down considerably but he's sure a cute boy.
My parents had dropped by in the morning because my Dad was going in to donate platelets and my Mom was going to watch Lila for us. After dropping Lila at our house, my sister and her husband stopped by to see Ian on the way out of town. They just got to peek in but they were thrilled to see him.
They then followed me down to Dr. Tabsh's office while I pushed my wheel chair, just to make sure I didn't need help. I was a bit exhausted by the time I arrived at his office but I walked the whole way. I was making progress! After I checked in they told me about their adventures at Disneyland with Lila. Sounds like quite an exciting trip!
Dr. T finally took the drains out. They were still bleeding as of that morning but he thought it would be fine. He just told me to call him if the bit of redness around where the drains entered ended up bigger than it was now.
He asked a lot of questions about Ian. He, as all of the other doctors, was still perplexed as to what caused his sickness. The thing he kept coming back to was the size of Ian's head. I guess "normal" for a full-term baby is around 35 cm and Ian's was 39 1/2 cm and he was only 36 weeks. The other thing that was confusing him was that he had done an ultrasound a couple of days before he delivered and he didn't see any fluid in his tummy. How could this have happened so quickly or did it happen during delivery?
I headed back up to check in and say goodbye to Ian and Mike & I headed home. I pumped on the way home. When we arrived, Lila was so excited to see us. She was wearing her new Minnie dress which was adorable. She quickly showed us how it twirled when she spun around. My parents told us about the day and say their goodbyes so we could get on to making dinner and having our family time. Lila started to act out before they left so Mike had to drop her in her room to think about her actions. This just breaks my heart but we can't just let her get out of control, no matter what the situation. After they left, she settled down and I laid down on her bed to read with her while Mike whipped out dinner.
We ate, then played for a while before bath. I was actually able to give her a bath tonight while Mike went to the pharmacy to pick something up. He returned before we had jammies on. I pumped while he read her stories. She asked if I would tuck her in but I told her I couldn't help until I was done. After I finished I went in to do songs and scratches. As I was headed out saying my last good night, I could tell she wasn't going down.
Of course she started screaming for me. This turned into a 10 minute back and forth with me finally standing outside her door and her giving in after sobbing uncontrollably. This was a ritual we dealt with time and again and I decided we needed to break the habit. She does this to herself and tonight I decided I had the strength not to "give in". Although I hadn't planned on even going to her door after I had come back in a couple of times to ask her to get back into bed and blow her nose. I told her I wouldn't come in a third time that if she got up, she'd have to put the covers back on. The next time, I eventually came to her door but wouldn't step in, as promised. Surprisingly enough, I didn't break down and she eventually calmed down a bit when I agreed to check on her after she fell asleep.
I just about collapsed into bed at around 9:30. It was a much needed early night.
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Hang in there. I know it's tough to have these bedtime battles, but it's great that you have Mike there to support you and future pleasant sleep-filled nights to encourage you =)
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