A few weeks ago my friend Leyna posted the following on her myspace blog. Note she was approximately 40 weeks pregnant with her first. I thought this was the funniest thing I'd ever...
Thursday, December 04, 2008
I am issuing 5 day notice for EVICTION. Daniel will have 5 days in which he can either gather his belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, action will have to be taken to remove him from the property.
Daniel is being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the property, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the property were also made! Remodeling and gutting of the residence was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper levels of the home. On top of which, late night parties have been discovered and these are not allowed.
If Daniel doesn't comply with the notice within 5 days, the result will be an immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.
Well he finally was evicted yesterday, well I should say he conceded and came out without much of a fuss. I got to stop by the hospital and hold the little cutie. Tonight as I'm checking to see if there are new pictures up I find the following blog entry from Leyna.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Welcome to Parenthood
The last 48 hours have just been...well, crazy. At 11pm Sunday night I started having contractions, by midnight Derek and I were headed out the door to the hospital. We went through triage, and they said that I was dilated to a 3, was having contractions, and was indeed in labor - but was still in the early stages of labor and that we should go home. After a little pleading (we really wanted to just stay and start with the induction since we had it scheduled for later that day), they told us to walk around the hospital for an hour (which would be 3am) and come back and get checked again. So we did that and before getting checked again, I had to use the bathroom. I used the bathroom and as I was getting re-dressed, my water broke! Yeah! We were staying : ) We were both very, very excited that Danny had decided to make his arrival WITHOUT having to be induced and that Derek's parents who were in from Hawaii would be able to see their grandson for sure. There was meconium (baby poo for those of you who aren't familiar with that one) in the amniotic fluid, so they told us that during delivery the NICU would be there to check him out and that it wasn't anything to worry about. So we started laboring - which I didn't think was as bad as I thought it could have been. I was having back labor so it was kinda painful, but nothing too bad. At 9am, the doctor started me on pitocin after not really progressing. By about Noon, the pain started to get crazy intense. I was still only dilated to a 6, so I got a shot of phentonyl, but it didn't seem to do anything for me. A half hour of the shot of phentonyl, I asked for an epidural. So the epidural lady came and starting setting up. By this point my contractions were lasting about 90 seconds and had less than a minute between them. The epidural got placed and as she was finishing up, I told my nurse that I thought Danny was crowing. She said, no, it's just really bad contractions and that the epidural would kick in in about 10-15 minutes and I could sleep for a few hours before we started pushing (I hadn't slept since 7:30 am Sunday morning), but she said she would check after the epidural was started. I was given a half dose and the nurse checked me and immediately started calling the doctor. Guess what? I was right! We started doing the panting breath while Derek and the nurse convinced me that I really did want to keep Danny in until the doctor could get there. They rounded up a hospitalist (basically they were looking for anyone with the letters "MD" after their name) just in case I couldn't wait. I managed to pant it out through 4 - 90 second contractions (go me!) before my doctor showed up and delivered Danny at 1:46pm. So, I got an epidural...but didn't really use it : ) Derek cut the cord and Danny was handed off to the NICU folks for a check-up, which he passed with flying colors. He got a 7 on his first APGAR and a 10 on his 5 minute. Then Derek got to bring him over to me and Danny settled into a 30 minute breastfeeding. It was just a surreal experience. He is absolutely beautiful and I felt like I was watching the whole scene play out from the clouds; it just didn't seem real! Danny and I got moved into the recovery room and were met by Derek's parents who ooo'd and awww'd over him for a good couple of hours. Danny got his first bath and he ate two more times (both 30 minute feedings!) and things were going swimmingly. We had some friends come check him out too - he just kind of slept through it all. He was such a well-behaved little man : ) At about 9pm, everyone left and it was just Derek and me taking care of him - which was really cool! At 3am, the nurse came in to check his vitals. I was just getting to sleep after feeding Danny at 2:30am so the nurse told me to just leave the light off. She took his temp and then asked me to turn the light on and then our parenting fun really began. Danny was having a hard time breathing so she asked me if it was okay if she went and checked his oxygen levels in the nursery. I told her it was and within ten minutes she was back in the room with a NICU nurse telling us that they were admitting him to the NICU. AHHHH! So we rushed upstairs and they put him in an oxygen tent and hooked him up to machines to monitor his oxygen levels, heartbeat, and blood pressure. They also started an IV and gave him sugar water and drew blood to check his white blood cells for infection. They did a chest x-ray and determined that it could possibly be three things: his heart, a pnemothorax (which is a small hole in the lung and air gets trapped in between the lung and chest cavity), or he aspirated on something (could be milk, meconium, or some unknown thing). In order to figure out what it was exactly, they would need to run more tests. So, at about 4:30am, they sent Derek and I back down to our room and told us that by 8am they would be able to give us more info. Nothing like being a new parent and having a baby in the NICU! So at 7:30 this morning I was back up at the NICU where they did a second chest x-ray. His oxygen tent was giving him 94% oxygen (room air is about 21% oxygen) and his breathing was still pretty labored (he was taking 90 breaths per minute where it shouldn't be over 60 per minute). At around Noon the neo-natologist stopped by and said that they were going to start feeding him again through a feeding tube and that they were going to start taking him off of the oxygen and see how he did (he had been only having sugar water since he was admitted to the NICU). So far he has been doing pretty well with this. He is currently at 72% oxygen in his little tent, and they are weaning him off of it. They are going to do an echo-cardiogram tonight to further rule out any type of cardiac problems, but the neo-natologist is pretty sure that what caused all of this is a very small pnemothorax and aspiration of some type of fluid. He is hopefully going to be off of the oxygen tent by tonight or early tomorrow morning and they said that maybe tomorrow afternoon they would let me try to breastfeed again, depending on how he did with breathing on room-air. They said that if all goes well, he could be home by Thursday or Friday. He's a little tough guy and I know that everything is going to be fine - it's just a little scary. We can't hold him because he has to stay under his oxygen tent at all times. They have actually told us to only come visit him minimally because every time we do, he wakes up when he hears us and his breathing becomes more labored. So, we've been going up to check on him occasionally but just kind of hanging out in our room. It's been an exhausting last couple of days and I just can't wait until I can hold him again (they said once his breathing is better stabilized and he is out of the oxygen tent, we can). They have been letting me take his temperature and change his diapers when I'm up there, so that is nice of them. I'm also pumping milk and they will be feeding that to him through his feeding tube. It's awfully hard to see your baby have so many tubes, IV's and monitors on him - even if you know that he's going to be okay. I just want to make him all better and it's really hard not even being able to hold or really touch him. Anyway, I'm headed back up to the NICU and then I'm going to take a nap. I've gotten about 2 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours and am just exhausted. I'll keep everyone posted as to what happens. Say a prayer for him!
My heart just sank for her when I read that they were having to be in the NICU at all. Just the thought of the NICU makes me a little sick to my stomach and icky all over. Riley only spent two weeks there but it was so hard to leave him at the hospital and go home. While we were there we met so many families that had been there for weeks on end and going home was no where in site. I don't know how they do it with out going crazy. It is amazing how the lil things bring it all back in a flash. All the buzzers, wires and beeping I can hear it all like it was yesterday and not almost exactly two years ago that Riley was in his little bun warmer learning to eat and breath at the same time.
Well little Danny you get better quick cause I think mom is going to evict you from the NICU too. It is time to be home!