If you don't mind me asking, what happened to Lydia? Why did she have to go to the NICU?
I don't mind at all. I had her by planned c-section. Other than thinking I was going to die at one point when my blood pressure dropped too quickly, the surgery went ok (the doctors weren't worried, it was just me!) Then, after we were in recovery, they said her breathing wasn't right. I believe they didn't think she was getting enough oxygen? They let her stay with me for awhile in recovery, then they took her to the NICU "for just a little while". To me, a little while meant a half hour, maybe an hour? Apparently to the hospital, a "little while" means a day or two.
So, after the little bit with her in the recovery room, I didn't see her again for quite awhile. It gets fuzzy, but I think one of the nurses snuck her in to my room that night, or maybe the next day. Brian stayed with Lydia the whole time she was in the NICU. They did tests on her and said her white blood count was up, so they thought she had an infection. The day after she was born (ok, I'm remember a little now, this is when they brought Lydia in, because I think she was in the room when they told me this part) one of the doctors came into my room and told me that she thought Lydia had spinal meningitis, which she somewhat casually explained could be fatal. I was in total shock. I couldn't believe something like that could be happening. Once you HAVE a baby, they should be ok! I felt betrayed (by God, I guess). I had suffered a stillbirth and miscarriage, before Arminda this wasn't suppose to happen like this. They wanted to do a spinal tap on her. So, I thought my new baby girl was going to die.
They were not nice to me either. I was insisting on nursing Lydia. So, they had me pumping, but my milk doesn't come in for at least 5 days, so that coupled with the stress really wasn't working out for that! So, on the second or third day, while I was alone in my room (I'm not sure where my family was, there was always someone there, so they must have been getting something to eat), the NICU called me and told me to get down there, because my baby was hungry. So, leaning on my IV pole (I was really not feeling too hot at this point) I stumbled my way to the NICU. I had never walked there myself, so I wasn't even sure where it was. It was just awful.
For some reason, they didn't do the spinal tap, I think a doctor with more experience put a kabash to that plan. On the third or 4th day, they were going to discharge me, but they were going to keep Lydia. My doctor came in to remove my staples, and saw that I was upset. I told him what was going on. He seemed stumped as to why they would think Lydia had anything wrong with her. But, he told me that he wouldn't take out the staples and then I would have to stay in the hospital (with Lydia) for another day. No sooner had my doctor left, than one of the pediatricians came in and told me that they had decided to discharge Lydia that day. This doctor thought Lydia just needed some antibiotics. So, Lydia was being let go, and I wasn't! Brian ran out in the hall and found my doctor (who was getting ready to leave for the day!) and got him to take out my staples so we could all go home together.
You know, I've never quite figured out WHAT exactly was going on! It seems to me that he weekend staff (interns, I think) were trying to find things that were never there. I swear the one doctor just wanted to do a spinal tap on a baby! I was so paranoid with her for quite awhile after we got home. I went into a pretty bad postpartum depression, which thankfully only lasted a few weeks. It was not my best birthing experience to say the least! But, boy is she worth all the trouble!
Boy, I bet you are regretting ever asking what happened, arne't you!
Your shirt and outfit are very cute too.
Seriously, don't know how that happened! 
Let's just say, he was VERY clean! 
But, yes they saw the baby giraffes!! Lydia was so excited! One was born in December, which is when her birthday is! 
! Not really, I'm almost done with my last dress and I need to do 3 more t-shirts so no real big deal. But I've got to let you in on how my day is going today. And there is nothing you can do but laugh!
Continued prayers for your Dad and you. So sorry for all you're going through.
Seriously, hope you have a fantastic trip and make lots of memories!!
but I love it and everyone at work is still commenting about how much they love it a week later. I still have my hair at the house, hopefully tomorrow I will have enough time to drop it in the mailbox for Locks of Love.
