12 days ago my twin boys were born at 35w2d. Having gone into preterm labor at 29 weeks, followed by 6 weeks of bedrest, I know how lucky we were to make it to 35 weeks. The boys were both big-- 5 pounds and 5 pounds, 7 ounces. At first we thought we'd be able to skip the NICU altogether. Their size was good, there were no breathing problems or apparent heart problems or anything else.
But quickly they displayed issues with blood sugar and were deemed poor feeders and were moved up to the NICU and they've been here ever since. They both do some feeding at breast and bottle (with pumped milk), but both are reliant on the ng tube for much of their nutrition. Both are growing, but probably might not be without the ng tube.
At first I was given the impression that this would be only a few days. Yesterday, after Max (our bigger baby, better feeder) had a really good day-- taking a full feed (no ng tube) twice in one day-- the doctor agreed that he's making huge improvements. "He might be out in two weeks!" she added? Two weeks? They've already been here about that long! And that's for the "better feeder" of the two babies. And might? That totally took the wind out of my sails and set off yet another round of crying.
I know they're getting good care here. But I'm just so sick of this place. Sick of the tubes and wires. Sick of the nurses bossing me around with contradictory information (though most are quite nice). Sick of saying goodbye to them at night.
I know that many of this thread have much sicker babies or babies who have had to stay for far, far longer due to very early births or other problems. I know it could be worse. But, still, I feel at my wits end here. This is just not how I ever imagined spending the first few precious weeks of my babies lives.
But quickly they displayed issues with blood sugar and were deemed poor feeders and were moved up to the NICU and they've been here ever since. They both do some feeding at breast and bottle (with pumped milk), but both are reliant on the ng tube for much of their nutrition. Both are growing, but probably might not be without the ng tube.
At first I was given the impression that this would be only a few days. Yesterday, after Max (our bigger baby, better feeder) had a really good day-- taking a full feed (no ng tube) twice in one day-- the doctor agreed that he's making huge improvements. "He might be out in two weeks!" she added? Two weeks? They've already been here about that long! And that's for the "better feeder" of the two babies. And might? That totally took the wind out of my sails and set off yet another round of crying.
I know they're getting good care here. But I'm just so sick of this place. Sick of the tubes and wires. Sick of the nurses bossing me around with contradictory information (though most are quite nice). Sick of saying goodbye to them at night.
I know that many of this thread have much sicker babies or babies who have had to stay for far, far longer due to very early births or other problems. I know it could be worse. But, still, I feel at my wits end here. This is just not how I ever imagined spending the first few precious weeks of my babies lives.










