Looks like Mum is flying solo for the next few days—Dad’s out of commission for a bit with a nasty bug. I don’t want to point any fingers, but it’s mighty suspicious that until he got his flu shot, he was healthy as can be. Now he’s forced to stay home with his cough drops and his NyQuil, and Skype with me while I cuddle her in the NICU. It’s not fair, but we can’t chance getting her—or any of the other babies—sick with the flu. Even I’m keeping my distance from Don, to make sure at least one parent is healthy enough to visit her.
I love when I get to show off What We Made. Auntie Kim came for a visit this weekend, and while I can’t speak for my sister, I do think she’s quite taken with her new niece. She sat and snapped photos while Mum and daughter snuggled, and marvelled at how much personality such a tiny human can exude.
But the visitors didn’t stop with Auntie Kim. A good friend from high school was in town and stopped to see Nyana this afternoon. Jenny has 18-month twins who were born at 35 weeks, so we stood over Chub-chub’s crib and swapped stories of bedrest and pregnancy gone wrong. Another friend and her fiancé came to say hello, and just may have left the NICU with babymaking on the brain. Nyana’s great-grandparents, who typically visit once a week, called on Sunday morning to say that they must skip their weekly fix, due to what I assume is the same bug Don’s fighting. All of Nyana’s callers let her know what a good girl, what a pretty girl, she is.
She’s flirting with five pounds now—4lbs 15.5 oz as of tonight’s weigh in. It’s hard to believe that in only six short days, she’ll have spent two months on the outside. This means that her corrected age right now is 35 weeks; it’s unreal to think that I’m still supposed to be pregnant, for five more weeks!
As she grows, she’s slowly coming down on her oxygen requirements. I’m getting anxious for her to be extubated, even though I know it’ll only happen when she’s ready. It’s been “another week or two” for about two weeks now. But she’s only needing about 40% oxygen to keep up the high score on the saturation monitor. This is a huge improvement over the 70—80% requirements she had about two weeks ago.
Tomorrow (which is likely today for most of you reading this) she gets her eyes checked. The eyes are always checked in micro-preemies on respiratory support, because the amount of oxygen being given to such underdeveloped systems can cause retinopathy of prematurity, a retinal disease common in preemies. Between Don and me, her eyesight is already destined to be awful. I’m praying we don’t need to worry about ROP making it even worse.
So she keeps growing and keeps working on this breathing thing, and I keep working on this patience thing. If you have a minute, please think a happy thought for Nyana’s eyes. And maybe a healing thought for Don. He needs to get over this cold PDQ.