Kavita, an ice storm? Is there a natural calamity that does not befall Kentucky?!!?
OK, gods willing this will be the last time I hijack our monthly chat for my hospital talk. It would be great to have a baby at my breast as I join you all in normal life stuff. (When I told my friend Sue I wanted to be able to start a normal life with my new baby, she said, you're not living normal life, you're living real life. This I found to be exceptionally true.)
So apparently the fast breathing and the drug withdrawl are not problems after all. We just had to wait for the doctors and nurse practitioners to change shifts. For all the hard science involved in modern medicine, there's an awful lot of subjectivity involved.
So now it's all about the feeding. He has to eat enough from the breast or bottle that he gains weight over a 24-hour period.
It's a blur how we got to this point, but here we are, and I'm so thankful for it. Only apparently I am not the breast feeding diva that I thought I was. Two sessions with lactation consultants later and the boy is still not really getting much milk.
The ventilator effectively thwarted his natural instinct to suckle at a breast, replacing it instead with an aversion to anything in his mouth, including a nipple. And in all fairness, he is probably a little insecure about breathing on his own, too, so he gets nervous when a liquid, even one so delicious and perfect as breast milk, enters his mouth and requires him to stop breathing for a split second in order to swallow. Anything more than a few droplets and he pulls of the breast and looks at me as if to ask, what now? You can see how getting him the roughly 2 1/2 ounces every few hours that his orders say he needs is tough. Also, these things take time and a comfortable setting.
So we find ourselves in the odd position of pushing the bottle. Yes! Yes! Bring on the bottle. The bottle is easier for him to suck, you say? Terrific! Anything, anything to get this boy to eat. I have an inexhaustible commitment to breast feeding, so whatever hardships await us transferring from bottle to breast I am ready to face. Bring it on, just so long as I can bring my baby home.