I am thoroughly amused by people who are loud in the NICU. And by thoroughly amused I mean that I hate them.
I'm not sure if you knew this but in the NICU? The Neonatal Intensive Care Unit? The IC stands for
Intensive Care. As in, these babies are sick and shit so, ya know, be quiet you giant freaking idiot.
We get new neighbors all.the.time. We've been NICU residents for 160 (!!!!) days which probably makes me the old crotchety librarian-type mom who gives you the evil eye over the frame of her horn rimmed glasses - or maybe I just wear a monocle, I don't know I haven't really thought it through. It is also possible that I smell like mothballs. AND, I used a new Essie nail polish that turned my nails yellow. I'm not really sure if it helps this whole old/crotchety image but it can't hurt, right?
So anyway, as per usual, I am annoyed by the general public.
I sat and listened to the dad of a 1 pound preemie for a solid half an hour a few weeks ago. "Open your eyes for daddy! Come on, now, be a good girl and open your eyes! You want to open your eyes for daddy, don't you? Don't you? Open em! Come on! Open your eyes pretty girl! Hey! Hey! Open em! Open those eyes for daddy!" Etcetera for a million years until the baby is old enough to pierce her tongue and make out with a bad boy in rebellion and to properly tell her daddy to go fuck himself.
So anyway, I have my back to this guy and I'm just plotting his demise the entire time I'm holding my trying to sleep three month old (adjusted!) and then I finally turn around because I have got to see this guy. I mean, I need a place to focus my aggression. And all I see is four inches of boxer shorts bending down to talk to his one pound baby WHO IS WEARING GOGGLES. Like this:
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Ainsley, the day after she was born.
2lb 3oz.
You think she's opening her eyes under there?
You think she's rolling them in complete annoyance? |
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And for good measure...
Ainsley, 151 days after she was born.
8 pounds, 2 ounces.
Do you think she's plotting that guy's demise? I bet she is. |
I took pity on that guy, because I think that the NICU is very confusing. As you're walking in the door, it just says NICU really big on the ceiling and so I guess you could get confused about what NICU means in relation to your sick ass baby who couldn't stay at a normal hospital and had to be transferred somewhere else...more...fun? Yes. Fun. Everyone knows that tiny premature babies grow so much better when surrounded by noise and fun! Plus also I'm just a really nice person which is why you all should aspire to be just like me.
So we're still in the NICU which is so!much!fun! and we're going to be there...for a while. There's lots of talk of home lately because Ainsley is doing pretty well on her vent. The problem is that she is way too small for a home vent. Like, 12 pounds is the minimum and "they are usually much bigger." The guesstimate is another 2-3 months until she is big enough to switch over to a home vent.
Or. Or. Or. Maybe, in the time she is taking to get big enough for a home vent, her lungs will be strong enough to be supported by something other than a vent. Or maybe not? We tried a trach collar the other day, which just blew moisturized air into her trach, and it was a big failure. It's hard to see her struggle on a lower setting, because it's a reminder of just how very sick she is...that a ventilator is keeping her alive.
Oh, but this baby. She smiles all the time, and grabs at toys, and loves to be held and talked to. She gets down on the floor and does
itty bitty baby pinup modeling physical therapy:
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8 pounds, 6 ounces of NOMable NOMNOMNOMness. |
Ainsley finally has a primary nurse, Marianne, and she is so sweet and loves Ainsley to pieces. Please see the following as proof of the spoiling received from Marianne:
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A crown for the throne of Miss Diva Lungs Knepper, Duchess of Tracheotomy
Bow in respect, but also: Purell Thoroughly. |
I'm exhausted. We're exhausted. This is all very exhausting. Looking down the way at another 3+ months of this feels impossible but I also can't believe that it's been 5 months already and here we are - we're doing it. It's all going to be fiiiiiine.
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You think you've got it rough?
At least you can breathe!
It's not all about you, mom. |
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Mostly, I just need to get Ainsley home so that we can turn her into a total weirdo.
Like her daddy. |
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