Here is a picture of my beautiful son.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Home at last
Hotman is now home, as of today. He turned 3 months yesterday. I have a host of drafts for entries I planned to write before now. I will begin filling in the gaps tomorrow.
Here is a picture of my beautiful son.
Here is a picture of my beautiful son.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Hiding from the nurse practitioner
During Ian's stay in the NICU, we were daily bombarded with information on Ian's condition. A lot of times we just wanted to see him, our baby, to forget for a moment that he was a sick baby.
After a while we realized that, not only did we want to avoid being bombarded with information, we wanted the RIGHT information. One night, a nurse practitioner, not his primary, told us that she was darn sure he was having seizures and took it upon herself to load him with anti seizure medicine. Because the medicine was 'working', she assumed that she was right. Doug and I went home that night feeling heavier than before, having been dealt an additional blow. The EKG Ian had a few days later showed that the NP was dead wrong-- he had NOT been having seizures.
From that point on in his care, we only dealt with his primary NP, Julia, the one that made it her business to memorize his file and make sure he was getting the care he needed. We actively declined speaking to the NPs when someone offered to page them for us. I recall some days actually ducking to avoid some of them in the hallway. I see now how that probably lead to us not learning about his brain hemorrhage until after discharge, but I am thankful that we didn't also have that to worry about in December. Having a primary NP made getting f most our info from one person made things much less difficult. Sure, we summoned other NPs when immediate questions or issues arise, but having a home base made all the difference.
After a while we realized that, not only did we want to avoid being bombarded with information, we wanted the RIGHT information. One night, a nurse practitioner, not his primary, told us that she was darn sure he was having seizures and took it upon herself to load him with anti seizure medicine. Because the medicine was 'working', she assumed that she was right. Doug and I went home that night feeling heavier than before, having been dealt an additional blow. The EKG Ian had a few days later showed that the NP was dead wrong-- he had NOT been having seizures.
From that point on in his care, we only dealt with his primary NP, Julia, the one that made it her business to memorize his file and make sure he was getting the care he needed. We actively declined speaking to the NPs when someone offered to page them for us. I recall some days actually ducking to avoid some of them in the hallway. I see now how that probably lead to us not learning about his brain hemorrhage until after discharge, but I am thankful that we didn't also have that to worry about in December. Having a primary NP made getting f most our info from one person made things much less difficult. Sure, we summoned other NPs when immediate questions or issues arise, but having a home base made all the difference.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
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