While in the hospital Korbyn's bilirubin level was a 9 (her jaundice level). We were discharged on Saturday and they told us they wanted us to come back Sunday to have her blood drawn. So Sunday we head back to the hospital, have her blood drawn, I cry (of course), and then wait around for the results. I told them I wanted to wait for the results instead of driving an hour back home and then have the possibility of having to turn back around if they were going to admit her. They said her level was at a 13. The levels are weird because the higher the number is the more jaundice they are, but their numbers are allowed to get a little higher with each day of life. They wanted us to come do a weight check at the pediatrician's office on Monday already and they said since her level went up to go ahead and head back to the hospital after her weight check to have her blood drawn again. So Monday she weighed 6 lbs. 13 oz. and her level was at a high 15. They said they'll admit her and do phototherapy once her level reaches a 20. So of course they don't like the 15 and say that we need to come back on Wednesday for another weight check and to have her level checked AGAIN! By all means we don't mind driving an hour to the dr. and an hour back everyday for almost 4 days in a row for our baby, but Colton and I were just getting frustrated because we felt helpless and then they kept telling us that jaundice peaks at the 4th and 5th day of life...well then have us come on THOSE days, not every day in between!
After we had her blood drawn at the hospital I told Colton I want to run by Once Upon A Child because the girl literally had 2 pairs of pants and 4 onesies that actually fit her! And by this time we had already exhausted half of her wardrobe! So Colton waited in the truck with Korbyn while I went in and grabbed all the "newborn" onesies I could find, I actually only walked out of there with 2 pairs of pants and 5 onesies, but it has helped so much. She is much smaller than I anticipated. Right before I went in the store my mom called and was updating me on a man that she works with. He recently had a very simple surgery and somehow his esophagus was scratched when they took the breathing tube out, then he got an infection and they put him in a coma (there are more details this is just what I could remember). My mom was telling me that they just found out that his brain was showing no activity and that now they're just waiting. I personally don't know this man, but just the fact that he woke up after surgery, everything was fine, they were talking about going home in a couple of days, then all of a sudden everything changes. While on the phone with her I just start thinking about Korbyn. I know it's just jaundice but untreated babies with high levels can have permanent brain damage, and I know she wasn't even close to having extreme high levels, but I started tearing up thinking of what COULD happen. Then of course I start thinking about it more and more and I just hand Colton the phone and tell him to tell her that I'll have to call her back and I lose it. I start bawling uncontrollably. Then in a few minutes I was fine and I explain to Colton why I was crying and I then figured that a lot of it was due to my crazy hormones! So Wednesday when we go back to have her blood drawn her weight was 6 lbs. 13 oz. and they just used this probe thing in the ped. office that showed a 13 so they didn't make us go hospital to have her blood drawn and they said they next time they'll need to see her is at her 2 week check up...YAY!
We decided that Colton should probably head back to work since he doesn't have that many vacation days, so he went back Thursday. So Thursday was the first day home by myself with her...it was rough. She was a little fussy, all I wanted to do was close my eyes, I had a slight headache that turned into a migraine about 3 o'clock and Colton called and said he had to work late and wouldn't be home until about 7:30! On any other day it probably would have been fine, but I felt like my world was crashing down all around me and there was nothing I could do about it. My head was hurting so bad that I was in tears when Colton made it home. Thankfully my mom brought us dinner and with the use of an ice pack (thanks Cynthia!) my headache eventually tapered off just in time for another feeding!
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