We're far enough in that we can call this a saga, right? After 5 weeks in antepartum, almost 10 weeks in the NICU, just after spending a month at home to end up back at the hospital, that's definitely a saga. Mark's family is part Swedish, and he spent part of his childhood in Norway. I look like I could be Swedish, and probably get my blonde hair from Vikings that pillaged along the North Sea, so a word like saga rings true as a title for the adventures of our little man.
We're home now, and Isaac is mostly back to feeling like himself after his surgery. Yesterday was brutal. They were squeezing us in, and the surgeon had warned us that it would be after 4 pm before Isaac would be in the OR. Luckily, they're nice to babies about the anesthesia rules; I was instructed no breastmilk after noon, clear Pedialyte until 2. Not fun, but totally do-able! But it didn't work out like that, oh no it didn't. As I was giving him a bottle (little man hasn't figured out nursing, so a-pumping I must go) at 9 am, the hospital called.
"Can you come in right away? We can fit Isaac's surgery in much sooner than we thought. He'll need to stop eating right now."
No hospital runs right on time, and I wasn't about to cut him off mid-bottle, so he was probably done around 9:30...and I felt all sneaky clever. Little did we know. My goodness, we are such rookies, foolish, foolish rookies! You want to know what time Isaac's surgery was? FIVE THIRTY PM!!!! Never will we ever agree to "come in early" ever ever ever again. The surgical coordinator was flabbergasted that someone had called us. Too bad I didn't have a name, because he wanted one. And since there was always a chance that the surgery could be in the next hour, he couldn't have anything as each hour crept by without anyone taking us back to pre-op.
Isaac went 8 hours without eating. And he was such a champ. There was a lot of swaddling, and shushing, and swaying, but man oh man, it almost broke my heart how good he was being through it all. Maybe if one of us had screamed more, they would have magically found an OR for us. We'll never know. Around 4 yesterday, I texted my sister in NC to say that I thought a fitting punishment for the cruel (or just thoughtless) person who called us would be for whoever it was to come and hold Isaac right then and there. But then, I decided that wouldn't really be fair to Isaac.
|We are not amused|
After all the sound and fury that was pre-surgery waiting, the procedure was finished in less than 30 minutes. Mark and I barely had time to (finally) grab something at the food court before the surgeon walked out ready to give us the low down. Holy Goodness, did Isaac ever need this surgery. One giant subglottic cyst that was obstructing 99% of his airway. How was he breathing? How was his oxygen saturation at 100%? How had he not choked on the tiniest bit of mucus or spit-up? We're still dumbfounded at the merciful goodness of God.
|Post-op breathing treatment, dino-Isaac|
|Now, where's that bottle I was promised?|
I'm linking this post up at Kendra's miracle link-up, because there are just too many miracles in Isaac's life to pass up:
The slight miracle that is Isaac's existence to begin with
The miracle they caught my Incompetent Cervix and were able to get a cerclage in just in time
The miracle that the cerclage lasted long enough for him to be viable
The miracle that he cried at birth
The miracle that he had no major complications in the NICU
The miracle that there was a cancellation so he saw the ENT three weeks earlier than originally scheduled
The miracle that he was getting enough oxygen and didn't choke when his airway was 99% obstructed
The miracle that he was such a good baby when he must have been starving yesterday
Are you overwhelmed yet? Because I sure am. Isaac, I don't know what God has planned for you, but clearly, he really, really wants you to be here. The adventure of your life will be to find out just what that plan is. For right now, I think that plan is to catch up on all that milk you missed out on yesterday, which you're already doing.
Thanks for linking this up. Everything about him deserves to be in the link up! Thanks for sharing his journey with all of us. It's been quite a ride so far!ReplyDelete
Anne I have tears in my eyes. God is so good. And Isaac is the most beautiful miracle.ReplyDelete
Omigoodness Anne - I'm just catching up right now because I was away yesterday, and I am praying for you all! He is such a miracle, and I can't believe how tough such small, sweet babies can be! I'm hoping you all recover well! Thank God for keeping him and helping you all through.ReplyDelete
God....He is merciful; He is a healer; He is good & good is He, all the time!!!!ReplyDelete
This just breaks my heart! (Not the good outcome part. That part is great!) But POOR BOY! I just wanna cry to think of a day without Mom's milk to comfort and fill.ReplyDelete
He is such a special boy. Miracles all around!ReplyDelete
Tears once again. I'm glad he's doing well. I can't even handle the sweetness in that pic of him sleeping. Thank God for miracles!ReplyDelete
He's a beautiful miracle.ReplyDelete
and I still want to eat his cheeks.Delete
Poor, poor baby. I'd totally slap that person who told you to come in early if I knew who it was. (I have a wee boy myself, and he likes to eat every hour. My mama bear mode is taking over.)ReplyDelete
I'm so glad Isaac came through it okay, though!`
So many miracles! Happy to hear the procedure went well (except for the crazy wait time). And glad to hear Isaac is back to his normal self again. :)ReplyDelete
He's so cute!!ReplyDelete
Beautiful boy, faithful mother, glorious God! What a wonderful witness your family is to the goodness of God. Hang in there, mom!ReplyDelete