Thursday, December 09, 2010
While little Caleb is getting to flirt with all the nurses and other little girls at the hospital, mommy and daddy got to visit and play with him at every chance they could. It's so fun to hold him, feed him, and even change him. He has recieved three transfusions, but after each one his platelet count drops, however, it has slowed down each time. The doctors say not to worry and to give the little guy time to figure out what is good and what is bad in his blood and that eventually the good will overcome the bad and he will stabilize. Until that we can visit and hold him and play with him and if we are too tired even take a little nap with him. We have mainly just been trying to convince him that it really isn't the end of the world if he comes home with us and that we will treat him right, crazy kid!
Low platelets don't help prevent bruising that much and when your daddy already bruises like a peach that isn't great news for your little baby hand after you rip out your own IV line.
Things aren't quite as easy as they seem, but to our luck the night nurse was doing her inspections and noticed some red dots that weren't bumps but looked like the should be, she suspected something bad and the doctor ordered a blood count, turns out little Caleb had low platelets and it would have been bad to just leave the hospital without getting better. So into the NICU we are admitted while mom gets her walking papers and has to check out.
We spent the first day just trying to figure out what was going on and where that nice warm hot tub went, some of us were just content staring at the little baby and enjoying our new addition to the family.
The nurses did a fantastic job detailing him and getting him all cleaned up, I even dared to do one handed hold, must've been delirious or something.
Mom got to feed him and to no one's surprise he took right to that bottle like a true Warnick, way to go son, Daddy's proud!
Ok, after hours and hours and hours of contractions and not getting anywhere. And once the pain gotted managed the meds were upped and we had quick progression towards the end goal, Dr. Martin actually delivered another baby in the next suite over and stepped in to say if we didn't get going he might have to do somehting about it. That was all the motivation team momma and sonny needed to get this moving. Within two hours the doctor was called back in at 9:50 after pushing for twenty minutes and he showed up at 10:10, messed around for a few minutes, told Becky to push a couple of excruciating minutes, which won't be fully understood by us mortal men and at 10:16 p.m. Baby Caleb entered the world triumphantly!
Weighing in at 7 pounds 9 ounces and 20 inches lung we have a fine healthy boy with ten fingers and ten toes. What a cute kid!
Thursday December 2, 2010 we arrived at the hospital at 600 a.m. ready to have a baby boy, well I was ready to watch and fetch ice chips since my other assignment of knowing where the hospital was and getting us there was fulfilled upon arrival. We got all set up in Labor and Delivery suite #6 and our day began with IV drip and monitors all over.