When she was born, I didn't hear her cry right away but really thought nothing of it since Jacob had trouble too. I just thought they'd suck out all the fluids and get her screaming loud and clear in no time. The nurse brought over her to me for a quick look then told me she'd had to give her oxygen and needed to get her to the nursery ASAP. Of course I sent Jarom with her. Short version of the story is that she had aspirated on some fluids which caused pneumonia in one of her lungs. She was on oxygen for about 24 hours and IV fluids to keep her blood sugar level normal. I didn't get to see her for about 7 hours and even then I could only hold her hand. I finally got to hold her the next day once they got her weaned from the oxygen and she was able to keep her saturation levels up on her own. They also weaned her from the IV fluids so I could start feeding her. She was put on two different antibiotics for the infection which were administered via IV. The IV moved from her to foot to her scalp to her hand to her forehead back to her scalp. Her poor little hands and feet were black and blue from so many pokes. I was discharged from the hospital on Halloween but had to leave my sweet baby there. There is nothing harder than leaving your baby behind when you've waited so long to see her and hold her and take her home. I made several trips back and forth to the hospital to feed her and hold her over the next couple of days. They finally decided to let us take her home on Monday night and finish her IV meds at home. So that is what we did. It was such a relief when Wednesday night rolled around, and the home health nurse came to take out her IV. I know it could have been a lot worse, and so I am grateful that she was able to fight off the infection and be so healthy now.
I just realized that it's been two years since we decided to add to our family and start down that path. It's been a long and sometimes trying journey to get her here. We love her and are so glad she's part of our family!!!
On a side note: Jacob adores her. He's so sweet to her and loves to hold her. Me, on the other hand--I have become public enemy number one. I sure hope this phase ends soon. Whomever said that two year olds are terrible must not have had a three year old. I'll take a two year old any day over what he's been dishing lately!!!
