Wow – Friday night was brutal. It was like having a newborn, except you didn’t just have to get up and feed the newborn four times, you had to get up and perform semi-complex medical procedures, carefully mix the food, and THEN feed the newborn. I can’t complain, truly. Ben took ALL the feedings and IV’s Friday nite and Saturday nite. I was just done. I was breaking down in tears at every little thing, incapable of making even small decisions, and essentially unable to deal with life. I do not know how Ben was able to hold it together on Saturday – he had to move furniture because we were getting new carpet in (I know, we have impeccable timing with our chaos), deal with the banshees, move carpet back, and still somehow deal with all of Kendall’s needs. I napped and tried to catch up on 8 days worth of sleepless vigils at a hospital bedside and one of the worst weeks of my life.
And I am happy to report that I think it worked. Ben is now tired beyond belief, but I have regained some sense of stability and normalcy. I know it’s still going to be a few weeks before we are even close to being “recuperated” from something like this. And it’s going to be months of therapy and work and schedule adjustments before we have a semi “normal” baby back. But I think we’ll survive. No, I know we will.
Friday night, after all the chaos of coming home and running to the pharmacy (where they had exactly NONE of the meds Kendall needed…), having a small party for Kealey and unpacking our 2000 bags from the car, the home care nurse came to do her assessment of Kendall and teach us how to inject her IV meds, flush her line, not kill her with our ignorance, etc. I have no idea how I retained any of it because I swear to you it was stuff they teach you at the end of nursing school and the poor nurse kept quizzing me and quizzing me (which she had to do, I get it) but I was just so tired!!! I couldn’t even form coherent sentences and my tongue felt about 8 sizes too big for my mouth.
So we’ve made it through our first weekend. No obvious signs of distress from accidental air bubbles in the PICC or dislodging her NG and dumping food into the wrong place. I’m proud of us. I think I’m most proud because when the nurse was packing up to leave on Friday night she said ” You know, I see a lot of couples in this same very stressful situation that you guys are in with a sick baby, and i have NEVER seen a couple that has the teamwork or strength that you guys have in your relationship.” I felt like somehow just that affirmation gave me a little bit of needed strength and hope.
Ok sorry if this post is all rambly-like – Karissa is watching High School Musical 3 and I am distracted by the overacting and ridiculous mush of this movie.
I am now having to start the planning and packing for our trip back up to Lutheran for Kendall’s follow up appointment with Dr. Aljadeff. This will involve preparing the feeding tube in a special way so it can pack into her backpack, making sure I have all her IV meds and saline/hep flushes since she will need her infusion while we’re there, making sure i have her other meds that will go into her NG tube while we’re gone, and then the usual assortment of baby stuff you need for a 3 hour trip away from home. Since I couldn’t find a ride home for karissa from preschool, she will be going with me, and a good friend is watching kaylen (which is huge – I think carting the Kaylenator around with all the other chaos would put me right over the edge!)
And now the fussing begins…
Ok back with more later.
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Have an awesome Monday!