Sick of Doctor Appointments & Health Scares
I'm so sick of sitting around in hospital rooms not knowing if the doctors will even have answers this time.
After 85 days in the NICU, my ex 27weeker came home, and I thought all the medical shit was behind us.
After dropping from 65% down to 10% in weight in 2 months, we were readmitted for a few days, then discharged with a GERD diagnosis, new meds, and an NG tube. In the 2 weeks she had the tube in, I had to replace it FIVE separate times, 3 of those all in the same day while my wife was at work and I was home alone with both our baby and 4 year old. Placing an NG is hard enough with another adult there to help hold and distract the baby. By yourself, while your baby is crying, and you're crying, and your other kid is sitting in the corner of the room with wide eyes, looking absolutely traumatized. That was horrible.
On top of all that, at our next weight check, we found that she'd only been averaging 6g a day since getting the tube placed, whereas before she'd been closer to 15g a day.
So the dietitian had us pull the tube and switch fortifiers for what seemed like the hundredth time and start using an SNS. Her violent vomiting stopped almost overnight, going from 3-6 times a day to less then once day. And in the following week, her weight gain jumped up to 22g a day, only 1 gram short of what they'd consider ideal for her age. And for a brief 4 days, I felt like I could finally just be her parent, not worry every hour how her next feed would go or if she'd actually gain weight that day.
Then this past Saturday, she threw up while laying on her playmat. I went over to clean her up and her eyes were wide, her mouth still open, looking like she was gagging, but not making a sound. Her face started to turn red, so I picked her up, and she started coughing up thick mucous, then started crying, a much better sound then the silence a few seconds earlier. There was no labored breathing, no lingering cough, and she was back to her usual smiley self within 10 minutes.
The same thing happened on Sunday morning. Sunday night, while changing her diaper, it happened again, but this time, even after I'd picked her up, she still wasn't able to cough it up and her face had turned purple, so I flipped her over to gave her two harsh back blows before she threw up more and started screaming. Me and my wife debated taking her in that night, but again, she seemed totally fine within 10 minutes, so we agreed that if it happened again, we'd take her in then.
Monday was uneventful. Tuesday, it happened again where I had to give back blows before she started breathing/crying again. My wife was at work with the car, so I called the pediatrician and they said to call 911 if it happened again, but since she was still recovering quickly after these events, they felt I could wait to come in for an appointment that evening when I'd have a car to get there.
At that appointment, they suggested scheduling a swallow study and possibly getting in with an ENT depending on the results.
Tuesday night through Wednesday afternoon, we had no issues. But an hour after her 5 o'clock feed on Wednesday, she was getting fussy on her playmat, and I went and picked her up. She threw up all over me, soaking through my clothes and underwear and making a puddle on the floor. Her face started to change color, I turned her over, gave back blows, she started crying. As soon as I turned her back over, she started choking again. This repeated twice, and my wife had her phone out to call 911 before baby girl started and continued to cry as I held her on her side.
The immediate danger gone, we got her in the car and drove her to the ER. They did an x-ray of her lungs to make sure she hadn't aspirated a large amount, then an x-ray and ultrasound of her belly to rule out pyloric stenosis or any other blockages. All came back clear, but they decided to admit us overnight for observation and wait till the speech therapist was in the next day to do a swallow study.
So here I am, sitting beside a hospital crib once again, waiting for answers that may or may not come.
I feel lucky that so far anytime she's choked, I've been right there. But I know it will only take one time of me not being there (or being fast asleep) for it to be catastrophic.
She hasn't had any events while we've been here, and they've said that after the swallow study, they'll probably send us home tonight. And I'm worried sick. I ordered an owlet for same day delivery because I just cannot handle something potentially happening while I'm showering or napping or some shit.
I'm so frustrated and scared and feel all around awful, especially because I know my 4 year old already is feeling a bit side-lined not being the baby anymore, and with all these doctors visits and health scares, it's so hard to make time for him. And luckily my parents live with us and he loves hanging out with them both, but they also work, so most of the day it's just me him and his baby sister. And I miss taking him to the park and pool and cuddling and reading books at night.
I was SO excited to be a family of 4, but everything since the start of my pregnancy has been one nightmare after another and I have no clue when I'm actually going to be able to enjoy being a parent again.