Showing posts with label NICU. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NICU. Show all posts

Friday, October 30, 2009

Our Sweet Lion

We've finally come up with appropriate nicknames for our trio as we won't be posting names here.

Baby A is our little Seal- he smiles in his sleep all the time, makes little barking sounds when he is rooting around for food and his sister thought the seal sticker was the perfect one for his isolette.

Baby B has some seriously spiky hair, quite like a lion. So he will be The Lion, one of the twins. His nickname suits him even more with what he has gone through over the last two days.

Baby C is an amazing eater. He sucks breast milk down through his bottle and nurses like a professional. He can almost take a full feeding (36 cc's, or about an ounce) at the breast. For his isolette sign, we picked the Elephant.

Now I understand why having your babies in the NICU can be called a "Roller Coaster". I can easily say that yesterday was one of the worst and also one of the best days of my life.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me begin at the beginning ...

Yesterday morning, on the boys' sixth day in the world, my mom and I came in for the morning feedings. When we arrived the nurse told us that all three of the babies would have their phototherapy lights off as their billirubin levels had normalized. This means they could be held much more again and got to take off the masks they so loathed. Great news! Also, since the twins were taking their maximum feeds, their IV's could be removed. Another step closer to coming home. (Elephant is just a day behind on feeds and had his IV removed last night.) I felt like a child on Christmas morning! So many wonderful things happening.

After I nursed the Seal, we removed his IV and put him into his isolette for a nap. I was excited to nurse Lion as he'd been too sleepy at 8 pm the night before and I had not held him. T, our amazing nurse, and I went to our Lion so I could help her change him and she mentioned he'd had a hard night, fussy and seemed to be hungry, but after he was fed, he was fussier. They were watching him closely and he seemed peaceful when we arrived. As soon as we opened his diaper, we saw blood. T immediately called the neonatologist who ran into our room. I looked at her and said, "Is it NEC?" She said, "It could be. We need to run some tests, but bloody stools are never a good thing." I asked if she'd ever seen this kind of stool and it was not NEC and she said, "Maybe... once." And I burst into tears, watching the room's energy change as the doctor ordered an x-ray, blood work and a discontinuation of all oral feeds. His IV was staying in, and they were going to start antibiotics.

I have read extensively about NEC or Necrotizing Enterocolitis as it can become very serious, very quickly in premature babies and multiples are at a higher risk. It is a disease that begins after babies start feeding, and the cause is not well understood. The baby often presents with fussiness, distended abdomen, vomiting or bloody stools. An x-ray is needed to diagnose the disease. It looks for air in the liver caused by pockets or areas of necrotic (dying) tissue in the bowel. It can also cause apnea episodes, drops in the heartrate and desaturation of oxygen, all of which can call for intubation. They cannot be put on CPAP as it pushes air into the body and we do not want any air in his tummy, so it would be straight to a ventilator. The babies are started on antibiotics, their feeds are discontinued for 7-10 days and a suction tube is put into their nose to pull out any stomach contents and examine it. It some cases, it can require immediate surgery which tries to cut out the infected tissue in the bowel and sometimes bring the intestines to the surface of the abdomen. Of course, surgery on a premature infant is terrifying and must be performed by specialized nurses, surgeons and anesthesiologists. Most NICU families know what NEC is and are terrified of it.

The x-ray was performed in his isolette and we waited while the doctor obtained and read the films. It was the longest 20 minutes of my life until Dr. C walked in and said, "He has NEC." I was nursing Elephant when he came in, and could not even speak. I just looked at the baby at my breast and let my tears fall onto him while he contentedly ate. Dr. C said that he felt we'd caught it early, but we do not know how NEC will progress until we have at least a few x-ray images to compare to one another.

I kept saying, "Can he survive? Will it get worse?" and he said, "I hope this is a very mild case. Stay tuned is all I can say for now. If he is going to get sicker, we will see it quickly. He will start to look different, his vitals will become unstable, and he will change his behavior. I will let you know more when I know more. I called a surgeon from another hospital who does NEC surgeries all the time, and he's coming to read the next x-ray. We may need to transfer him to Children's or another hospital. I will come back soon. I am so sorry this happened."

My mom and I were left with our babies, sobbing, with our most caring nurse, T, who filled in the blanks on any questions we had. She reassured us that the best thing he had going for him was he looked healthy, and had stable vitals. If he had not had the bloody stool, she said, no one would know he is sick. We waited and my husband arrived, who'd been dropping A off at preschool, and I had the unbelievably hard task of telling him the news. We stared at each other and he walked to Lion, telling him how strong he is, and how much we love him. The next few hours while we waited for the next x-ray were torturous. We watched Lion like hawks, staring at his monitors, and were reassured that his vitals did not crash and he did not seem to be in pain.

The surgeon, Dr. H, arrived. He is a man of maybe 70 years, who was the chief of surgery at Children's for many years. He explained what he is looking for, and that the next x-ray would tell us a lot. He said, "We do not want to see anymore air in the liver, and certainly no air in the free space of the abdomen. That would require immediate surgery as it would indicate a bowel perforation." He assured us that if he thought it was necessary, he would have him transferred but he hoped he could stay with his brothers. He promised to visit him each day and consult with our neonatologists for updates frequently.

The x-ray began while he was here and it was a digital x-ray which allowed us to read it immediately. They had to position him on his side and hold his arms over his head, which made him scream, but we had to just stand back and soothe him with our voices as best we could. After it was over and Dr. H was able to see the images, he smiled. He looked at us and said, "These look quite normal! With NEC, we usually see a rapid progression and this is very reassuring. I think we should be cautiously optimistic." He told us to call him for anything, but he did not think our son would need surgery, just antibiotics and an empty tummy for 7 days. We thanked him over and over, crying, and sat down next to our sick baby, urging him to keep healing.

The rest of the day we clung to our babies we were allowed to hold, sat next to our little fighter and sang to him, touched his face, rubbed his soft, fuzzy head. I cursed the disease that was inside his body, wishing I could take all of his discomfort away, wishing he would keep healing. We were so encouraged by the doctors' comments and examinations, but we know how NEC can be, and kept ourselves cautious. He had an x-ray scheduled for 10 pm that would provide us with a little more info.

I went home after softly begging my son to heal, to keep his fighter spirit. I needed to spend some time with our daughter who has been missing us terribly. My amazing husband has not left the hospital in two days and sleeps with our boys each night. We do not feel that we can leave them alone right now, and so one of us is always hereI came back three hours later for the 8 pm feedings and to be with Lion. He had another x-ray that evening and we wanted to talk to the neonatologist after he read it. I tracked him after 11 pm and he came in to tell us the best news we'd heard all day: his x-ray was normal and his blood work looked great! He said if we did not know he had NEC from his previous symptoms and x-ray, he would not be able to tell. He felt hopeful he would continue to improve. Tears of relief came to us, and while we knew this disease can be so sudden, he seemed to be fighting hard to heal.

This morning I came in and his first x-ray also looked "stone cold normal" according to the surgeon, Dr. H. He decided to just check in on him this weekend but he feels great about his progress! We are overjoyed! After his last x-ray this evening and blood work, Dr. C came in and said he feels Lion is "out of the woods"! Again, things can change so quickly, but his body seems to be going in the right direction. Leaving his digestive system empty while administering strong antibiotics is working to reverse the damage. Had it not been caught so quickly by the excellent nurses here, and had the doctors not responded with knowledge and care, things could be very different right now.

Now, the plan stays the same: he will be "NPO", which means nothing by mouth, so no breast milk at all for seven days from the onset of the disease (Thursday) and strong antibiotics. All of the nurses and doctors have repeatedly told us that they were thrilled he was on breast milk only; babies on formula have a much higher risk of NEC, so when his feedings do start again, we can feel good. He will start very slowly, receiving only a few CC's (1/10 of an ounce) while we see how his bowels react to the restarting of milk feedings. In the meantime, he is on IV nutrition called TPN which delivers his calories and lipids. Unfortunately, since yesterday evening, he has started to be truly hungry, rooting for a nipple when it is time to eat, needing to suck more on his paci to feel calm, and crying very hard when we hold him and cannot feed him. It is so unbelievably difficult to want to nurse him, make him feel satiated when I know that would be the worst possible thing to do. All my maternal instincts are wrong in this case, and I've taken to singing to him through his hunger. He seems to like Coldplay.

For now, we are feeling like things might be all right, but are still watching him extra vigilantly, keeping eyes on the babies' monitors and watching for signs of NEC in his brothers. So far, they both are doing extremely well, still nursing often and taking one ounce of breast milk 8 times a day. I am so happy to say I have about 80 ounces of milk in the freezer, waiting for when Lion is ready to eat again. I cannot wait to nourish him when his body is ready.

This was one of the best moments of the day:



Seal and Elephant are dressed! They seem to have shown they maintain a normal temperature quite well and are probably moving to an open crib to co-bed tomorrow. Of course, Lion will be in his isolette while he heals and has an IV, and we know we will be aching for him to join his brothers. They haven't seen each other since birth and they were in quite tight quarters for 7 1/2 months!

Please keep our Lion in your thoughts and help us urge his body to keep fighting, keep healing and that he will feel comforted.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Madly in Love!

Thank you so much to my husband for being the guest blogger to let everyone know that the babies have arrived! He claims that those posts had the most comments because of his superior blogging skills, but I pointed out it could've been the news he shared: our sons are here, and they are doing marvelously!

The short version of how our boys came a few days before their "scheduled" day is that I had gone to see Dr. P for my last ultrasound and was miserable. I had woken up that day in so much pain, and had not slept in a week. The contractions were harder to control at home and I just felt off. Thank goodness my husband decided to drive me to this appointment. When Dr. P saw me she said, "Something is different!" I told her how I'd been feeling, and the boys took a while to pass their BPP's so I was worried about them. She found that I was starting to have protein in my urine and sent me over to triage for an NST.

The contractions showed up right away, and I took a hefty dose of Nifedipine after Terbutaline. They slowed for about 10 minutes and picked right back up, stronger than ever. My body was in real labor that did not want to stop, and Dr. P felt there was no need to put us all through even heavier meds, monitoring and possibly an emergency C-section, so we decided that since I hadn't eaten much, she would deliver them that night. While I was "prepped" I had regular and painful contractions and was surprised to have to recall my labor breathing from our daughter's birth. We were thrilled! And terrified!

A mad dash ensued to find a way for my mom to attend the birth while our dear friend and my brother cared for our three year old daughter. My mom arrived with many bags of things I spouted off between contractions and we all prepared to meet our sons. I looked at my husband and asked if he remembered the feeling of falling completely in love when we'd met our daughter. He said, "Of course! And we get to do it again ... " I wished I had kissed our daughter before I left the house, held her tighter for a minute because I did not know it was the last time I would see her as my only child.

All the preparations were in place and I walked into the operating room, was numbed and in seconds, it seemed, Baby A was out and screaming. I heard myself say, "OH! You are here!" and cried while his brothers emerged shortly after. I watched them all be examined, and have wonderful reports shouted from the NICU nurses and Dr. C, the neonatologist. He kept saying, "They are so healthy and beautiful!" and they all hit the four pound mark. They were taken to NICU with my husband and I was wheeled to recovery with my mom, and we stopped to see our beautiful boys being checked out further. Someone told me they all got APGARs of 9/10, and needed no help breathing. I was put into my room and after a couple of hours of begging to be let up, off my IV's and meds, they let me be wheeled in to see our little men.

They were in radiant warmers, not isolettes yet, and I was able to touch each of them, smell their intoxicating baby smell and tell them how long we'd been waiting to meet them. I started getting pretty sick from the Morphine and had to go back to my room for the night. I pumped three times that night and had the nurses deliver the colostrum to the babies even though their feeds did not start until the second day. I was very proud of having something for them already. My husband stayed mainly with our sons and my mom was in and out before she went home to see our daughter, the big sister to three.

The next day they were put into their isolettes, received IV nutrition and monitored closely. No one has needed any help or interventions- no episodes of apnea or bradycardia, no need for medications or extra tests. After that they moved to feedings through their NG tubes, and the next day from the breast! They all practiced nursing while a nurse would squirt their bit of colostrum into the corner of their mouths. Now they all are able to take a bottle or nurse a bit, though we still put their feeds down their tubes to help conserve energy. Breastfeeding uses more calories and energy than bottle feeding or getting a feed through their NG tube (a tube that runs into their tummies) so we are only allowed three feeds a day at the breast right now. It is more than I had hoped for and I am thrilled to nurse them and say they are only getting breast milk. I have been pumping about every 3 hours and am producing 30+ ounces of milk a day for them. WOO HOO!

They are currently under phototherapy lights for jaundice but their levels are down already and they'll be out tomorrow. When they are under the lights, the time they spend "out" being held or nursed is strictly limited, so no extended cuddling sessions, which we hate. We cannot wait to have them be able to look around again, without their masks (protect their eyes from the lights) and able to be kangarooed for long stretches. Their IV's should come out tomorrow also since they take all their feeds orally or through their tubes. Next steps: maintain their temperatures and get into an open crib together and take all feeds orally.

We know everyone wants to hear when they'll be home. The answer: we wish we knew! They will most likely come home in about 2 weeks or so, but it could be sooner. It could be together or staggered, they might have something come up that delays them, or they could jump ahead. We just do not know, and that is the hardest part.

The recovery from the C-section is no fun at all, but I am amazed at how much better I feel each day. I was eager to get up and walking, and managed to get myself discharged early so I could be with the babies more. The nurses could never find me since I was always in the NICU anyway, so they had the doctor discharge me. The biggest hurdles are the lack of abdominal strength and just being swollen and tired. The incision does not hurt much at all.

The side effect of producing lots of breast milk for my sons is engorgement, sore nipples and general breast pain. I kind of look like Dolly Parton, with the added ability of shooting milk across a room. I am so lucky to have a good supply, but I am sort of chained to my pumps (one at home and one in the boys' room) and it is not nearly as appealing as snuggling a little baby.

My schedule is tough, but do-able and SO worth the exhaustion. I cannot wait to see them each day but miss their sister so very much when I am away. My husband and mom spend so much time with our daughter and are both very present in the boys' care. I can't stress this enough: without "Gramma", we could not do this well!

6 am: Pump and shower
7:15 am: Leave for the hospital
8 am: Nurse the boys, snuggle for a minute, help do their "cares"
9:30 am: Pump, pack up to go home
10:30 am: Hang out at home with A
12: 30 pm: Pump, eat lunch
1:15 pm: Leave for the hospital
2 pm: Nurse the boys, snuggle for a minute, help do their "cares"
3:30 pm: Pump, pack up to go home
4:30 pm: Do something with A, help at home
6:30 pm: Pump
7:15 pm: Leave for the hospital
8 pm: Nurse the boys, snuggle for a minute, help do their "cares"
9: 30 pm: Pump and go home for the night. Discuss the plan for the evening with the nurses before leaving.
11:00: Go to bed
12:30 am: Pump
3:30 am: Pump
6:00 am: Start again!

(I may need to print this so I know where I am supposed to be!)

And now ... I must go sleep a bit. I will leave you with this cutie pie picture of our little guy getting phototherapy. I cannot wait until their masks come off and we can see their gorgeous eyes again! I will try to update more frequently, and I am sure when I buy a hands-free pumping bra that I will have much more time with my lap top. I cannot wait to share about each of their personalities and the sweet things they do as well as how AMAZINGLY their big sister is doing. (She told us she'd like an isolette from Santa for her baby dolls for Christmas.) I could also write a ten page post on the range of emotions I am feeling right now, from downright euphoria to hysteria and anxiety. Ahh, the postpartum period.



Thank you for all of the congratulations and well wishes. We are so very, very blessed and we know it. Falling in love with three precious boys is just as amazing as it sounds.