Monday, September 29, 2014

our recent hospital stay

Many things have gone down since I last wrote. Specifically, I had a baby and have for the past three weeks have been trying to daily adjust to life with three kids. It's not easy, maybe it will get easier, but for now, my song is "I need Thee every hour"...or minute for that matter. But labor and delivery went fairly well, just 18 1/2 hours, finally giving birth at 10:35pm Saturday September 6th. It was such a crazy experience, and even though I had sincerely wanted to have a natural birth, 8 hours into labor I opted for the epidural and haven't regretted that decision one bit. But, that's not what this post is about.
We had Ezra's first doctor's appointment when he was 10 days old. Everything looked great. Dr. Wade was very impressed because Ezra had gained good weight (up 7lbs 9oz from 6 lbs13oz at birth). The jaundice was clearing up and there were no concerns. Until later that afternoon when Ezra spiked a fever, up to 100.9 at the highest, and I noticed his left nipple was significantly red, swollen, and hard. This obviously concerned me and I called the dr's office again, they said his nipple was likely just "breast buds", something both male and female babies can get from their mother's elevated estrogen levels in the breast milk. They also suggested I unwrap him and that his fever should go down, and not to bring him in unless it was 101! (yes, 1/10th of a degree from that, but not to worry)  We applied a warm compress to the nipple and stripped him down to his diaper. The fever did break, and we went to bed not as concerned, but agreed to just keep an eye on his temp and his swollen "breast buds". Wednesday showed no improvement with his nipple, but no more fever. That night Nathan suggested I try to get Ezra back in to the dr on Thursday, just to make sure nothing else was going on. It was rainy on Thursday, which worked out well because no one was there as a walk-in, just me and the baby. Dr. Wade had a PA student with him and they conversed back and forth about possible diagnoses and what should be done. The fever was concerning, the red swollen nipple as well. They decided to do a quick lab to check his white blood count. Turns out it was 21,600, and an average would be anywhere from 3,000-12,000. This elevated count meant we had to go to the hospital for IV antibiotics, and right away. There were no beds open in Muskogee so we had to go to St. John's in Tulsa. Dr. Wade talked me through what we might expect: that Ezra would likely stay 2-3 days, that he'd probably have his IV in his scalp b/c the veins there are larger and easier to get to, etc. I went home, ate a quick lunch, packed our bag, and Ezra and I headed to Tulsa. Nathan stayed back with Aniyah and said he'd work out where to take our older kids so he could join me at the hospital later that evening.
I parked and walked way too far in wrong directions, toting my baby carrier with the boy and a large duffle bag. I finally found the 7th floor and the Ped ICU where we were to check in. Dr. Miranda came to do an assessment while two nurses worked to draw blood and get the IV in, in his scalp, and hooked him up to monitors for his breathing, heart beat and respiration. I didn't know what to expect. I for sure didn't think we would have to be there too long. I thought maybe they'd move us to a more private, comfortable room instead of the small box with monitors and a 1/2size twin pull out plastic bed/chair. Dr. Miranda said we'd be there 3-4 days minimum, ok, 1-2 days longer than Dr. Wade guessed, I could deal. He talked briefly about what he would be testing Ezra for, specifically that he would do a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) to test to see if any bacteria had gotten to his spinal fluid, which could turn into spinal meningitis, and brain damage if left untreated. I tried to not even think about that while we waited over an hour for the initial test results.
Nathan got to the hospital just before the results came in, and the initial test showed no bacteria!  Praise God!!! The final results would take 6-7 days after doing a culture test with the fluid as well, but Dr. Miranda said it was 80-90% accurate from the first reading typically.
The staff were all very friendly, kind, helpful. Both Dr. Miranda and Dr. Kerry were very professional and competent and wonderful as well (even looking at a few trouble areas that I developed while in the hospital and prescribing needed medications for me). But spending 6 nights in the PICU, which nothing but a drawn curtain separating us from the nurses station, sleeping on a flimsy pull out chair both Nathan and I, breastfeeding in front of everyone practically, and having nurses and doctors and technicians and everyone else coming in our room at all hours of the day, oh and having the monitors and IV beeping at us all day/night as well...it just was not the most pleasant way to spend a week. We did get moved to a private room the last night we were there, which was wonderful (our own bathroom instead of having to walk to a different hall to shower or go to the bathroom!). But it was still hard. It was stressful. I missed my kids so much. I missed my bed and missed being able to hold and swaddle and love on my baby without all the wires and the IV coming out of his head (it was later moved to his right hand when the IV came out of his head, bless him!). I could complain a lot if I wanted to about our time in the hospital, it was inconvenient to say the least. But I won't (or I'll stop now with all that I already said). I have so much that I am grateful for. So many people to thank. My God who was right there with all of us, healing Ezra each day until we finally were able to come home, a fully 7 days later after first checking in. So, here is my short list of all that I am grateful for from our time in the hospital, big and small things:
1. The Great Physician! Thanks to facebook, we were able to keep friends and family updated on Ezra's progress, and because of that so many people were praying for him. It was really truly incredible how many people commented that they were praying. My friend's Bible study group prayed for him in Dallas, people in NC and TN and AL and FL and PA were all praying. God heard those prayers, He healed our son, and no further damage was done other than the isolated infected spot. Praise Him Praise Him!
2. I have one amazing husband. His parents came to town Friday, an already planned trip to meet Ezra and help out for a week around the house. We hardly saw them at all the whole week. Nathan went to Muskogee Friday to get them settled in and have dinner with them before heading back to the hospital to stay the night with me and Ezra. They came up to Tulsa Sunday evening with the kids and got to meet Ezra, and I got some much needed time with Isaac and Aniyah in the hospital waiting room. But, Nathan was there. He didn't leave. He let me get out to go for a short walk or grab some lunch or coffee. He ran errands to get us food or pick up prescriptions. He was flexible, calm, supportive, encouraging. He continues to amaze me with his loyalty and love. Ahavah, a love of the will in deed.
3. My in-laws. They came, they worked hard, they loved on Isaac and Aniyah full time while we were in the hospital. When we were finally sent home Thursday night, I found a sweet note from Paula just loving on me and encouraging me and telling me she had made over 9 different freezer meals. She did it all while Aniyah was at her "school" Tuesday, really the only day Paula could have kicked up her feet and rested a bit. Doug took Isaac fishing. They watched movies together, took walks, played outside, read books. My in-laws are truly servants and love so well. I am grateful beyond words. My house was cleaned, my laundry done, nothing for me to think about at all once we got home Thursday night. Nathan had headed home from Tulsa earlier that afternoon because Doug and Paula had to leave, so I didn't even get to see them at all while they were here other than when they came to the hospital for a quick visit Sunday night. Truly wonderful people. I don't know what we would have done without this this week! I understand how Ruth felt about Naomi! 
4. Friends!  So many friends came to visit us, or sent us letters, or notes of encouragement via email or facebook. Jim and Chelsi came up our first night to bring us dinner. Mike and Becky, Holly and Dana, then the Halls including Ashley (!!) and Lauren came on Saturday through out the day. David came one day on his lunch break to just check in. Susan was going to come and made it all the way to the parking garage before she started coughing and knew she wouldn't be allowed to see us so she didn't even come up, bless her! Charla and Payton came one night for a few hours. Jan came and stayed most of Wednesday evening with me. And my friend Meredith came and brought us dinner one night, took me out to lunch two other times while we were there. She offered to pick up our kids, do our laundry, let us eat/sleep/shower at her house. She understands, she was in the hospital for 28 days a couple years ago, separated from her family. Such wonderful, loving, caring people. How did we manage to get such incredible friends? 
5. Things could have been much worse!  Really, the boy just had a fever and infection. Which truly is a big deal since he's so young, but it didn't spread, and it was treatable, and he is healthy now. I am grateful for modern medicine, grateful for the doctors and nurses and other staff at St. John's that took care of us and our boy for a week. Grateful that we live in a country with good hospitals and competent doctors, with quick lab results and easy access to necessary medicine and treatment options.
6. Grateful for little things like diapers and wipes provided by the hospital. 3 meals a day provided to me because I'm breastfeeding the "patient". St. John's being right across the street from Utica Square, I was able to get out and walk for a few minutes each day, grab some Starbucks or just do a quick window shopping at pottery barn, williams sonoma, or anthropologie. It was a nice break from the otherwise mundane in the small hospital room where we resided. Grateful for the nurses that came in and shared some of their stories, and listened to ours.
7. Although I hated being away from Isaac and Aniyah, I can be thankful for the one-on-one bonding time Nathan and I both got with our youngest, which otherwise wasn't going to happen. We held him, comforted him, loved on him around the clock for that week (and continue to do so of course, but in more realistic moderation), and it was wonderful to have that time with just him.
8. Grateful that on day 7 we were moved to a "private suite" with our own bathroom!  What a difference that made!  Although the nurses and doctors still came and went, Ezra still had his IV, he was no longer hooked up to the monitors and we had more privacy and our own bathroom (I was most excited to have my own bathroom obviously). It was wonderful!  Not home, but truly more comfortable.
9. I think that I learned two things about our culture just from the sheer volume of TV I watched that week. 1. In America, we love reality shows!  LOVE THEM.  I watched so much HGTV and TLC and even the Discovery Channel this week. So many home renovations, say yes to the dress, and oh yeah, food network shows (which aren't really reality tv, but still). We love the story, even within the home renovations/remodels, we love taking something broken, not working, in disrepair and fixing it up. We love some "real life" drama that somehow resolves itself within a nice 30 minute episode. We love reconciliation and redemption. We love it.  I got sucked in for sure.  2. Comedy these days is awful. At least the movie Bridesmaids is. It was funny, in parts, but mostly it was raunchy, and reflected so much about our culture that I just loathe.  Mostly, how flippant we are about sex. How mean we are to each other. How easily we justify expressing our feelings and thoughts in ugly ways because somehow we feel we have a "right" to do so, even if it hurts others. I was just disappointed, and disappointed b/c I know this is what everyone is watching and laughing about and gosh, it was just kind of a sad take on our culture and values currently.
10. And on a more positive note, I think I have learned over these past three weeks, one week in the hospital included, that having a newborn is indeed difficult and frustrating and tiring, but it is also so sweet and wonderful and beautiful. God truly gives me just what I need when I need it, whether it's a little bit of sleep, a word of encouragement, a true/correct thought, etc. I am learning to be content, it's a daily challenge at times, because I tend to cry a lot right now, especially when Ezra is crying and upset and I feel like i just cannot do this any more, but God does continue to give me just what I need every moment of the day. I am forever grateful. I was always somewhat hesitant about having a newborn, just because they are so helpless and 100% dependent, but I have found such joy and beauty in this stage, and even when it's hard I can appreciate it because I know it will not last forever. I will take all the snuggles and sad crying spells because he's only this age for a split second (even when it feels like an eternity).  God is my rock and my fortress, I just have to run to him!  And I"ll hold to that. I will choose to abide, I will choose to bear fruit even when I'm exhausted. I will choose joy even when I feel worn down. I will choose patience even when I think it's depleted. There is much much much to be grateful for, and complaining, worrying, fear just aren't worth it.  Three happy, now healthy, wonderful, beautiful children. An amazing, loving, kind, patient, supportive husband. A thoughtful, nurturing body of believers that is the church. Friends and family that rallied around us and prayed with us and provided hugs, food, love. From the depths of me, I am grateful!  To God be all the glory!  

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