Bicycle dreams

So, during the whole “your baby has some deadly infection,” NICU debacle, we were facing the possibility of Gabriel having a 14-21 day stay in the NICU (if he did indeed have an infection) for continuing IV antibiotic treatment.

As I was lying in my hospital bed, drifting in and out of sleep, thinking about running back and forth from home to the hospital to feed my baby, it crossed my mind that perhaps I could make some of the trips by bicycle (the hospital we chose is within 4-5 miles of our apartment).  Sure, it’s been really hot, but it would be nice to cut down on the car time, and I was really looking forward to being back on the bicycle.

I continued processing the idea, and a few moments later, reality cut through the sleep-deprivation and Percocet-induced haze, and I thought to myself, “Self, you just had major abdominal surgery three days ago, I don’t really think you’ll be riding your bicycle anytime soon.”

The sad truth is that it will be at least a few more weeks before I am reunited with Bub or Baby Jake.  Right now, doing the stairs a few times a day and very slow, very short walks are about the extent of my physical activity.  Well, that and lifting my 10+ pounder 🙂

Meanwhile, the search for a trailer continues, and I certainly hope to be back on my bicycle sooner rather than later.

Under the knife

Two weeks ago today I underwent major surgery . . . for a tummy tuck and a boob job.  Okay, not exactly, but it kind of looks like it 😉  Here’s what really happened.Continue reading “Under the knife”

Parting shot

I plan to eventually post the entire birth story here (or at least an abridged version, as it was quite the saga), but for now, you’ll have to accept bits and pieces, in no particular order.  The end is a decent place to start.

After making two big, tough decisions — transferring to the hospital and then eventually opting for a C-section — we thought the hard part was over after they moved me from recovery to a regular room.  Instead, it signaled the beginning of 3 1/2 hellish days, starting with irregular results of Gabriel’s initial blood work.

Long story short, we are fairly certain now that whoever drew the blood did not follow proper site sterilization procedures, leading to contamination of the sample.  This led to a cascade of unnecessary interventions that included antibiotics, several lumbar punctures (to test for meningitis — and guess what?  improper site sterilization for lumbar punctures can CAUSE meningitis — lovely), and Gabriel (who wants it on the record that he was perfectly healthy the entire time) spending two completely unnecessary days in the NICU so they could “observe” him and begin treatment immediately when he began his [nonexistent] decline.

After lots of pressure about starting treatment, heavy-handed “I’m the doctor so of course I know best” rhetoric, and scare tactics based on one-sided information, the pediatricians on-staff never apologized or admitted that the whole ordeal was most likely due to a mistake on their part.

Instead, on their final visit before we were discharged on Friday, the two pediatricians came into the room for one final visit.  We greeted them icily, and gave them the answers that they wanted to hear (of course the baby will always sleep in his own bed) to get them on their way ASAP.

They could have offered something to try to end things on a pleasant note, but instead, as they were about to leave, the more senior pediatrician, said, “We’re so happy we could give you a healthy baby.”

Matthew and I were floored.  You GAVE us a healthy baby?  Excuse me?  I had a healthy baby, and your messed-up procedures caused completely unnecessary concerns and procedures, like the lumbar punctures and unnecessary antibiotics, that could have damaged his health.

Though they were already on their way out of the room and we did not get to call them on it, pictures are  worth a thousand words, and I believe Gabriel put this quite eloquently.*

Gabriel's response to Doctor Don't

*Note, this picture was not staged, although it did not occur at the time of the doctor’s statement.

Eating for two

I’m taking this eating for two thing very seriously.  After all, I do have a big baby to feed (10 lbs, 2 oz at birth and 10 lbs, 5 oz at 1 week).  Fortunately, we have an abundance of delicious food in our refrigerator (and freezer).

Red beans and rice, with sides of roasted fennel and sliced garden tomatoes

We have tons of amazing stuff coming in from the garden — tomatoes, potatoes, Swiss chard, kale, summer squash, onions, cucumbers, green beans — and we’ve found time to do a bit of cooking here and there.  We’ve also had family and friends deliver some delicious food, which has been very helpful 🙂

Gazpahco, Asian cole slaw, and grilled cheese with tomato and homemade dill pickles

Hungry baby, hungry mama!