Anywho, now on to recap on boys health and all the ridiculous moving we have had to do while here at the hospital. First, during my four night stay here at hospital I moved rooms three times. Yes, three. First room I was only suppose to be in up until right after surgery, but they could not move me cause of my dangerous swelling. So I stayed there two days and two nights. Then they moved me to the recovery side of labor and delivery and I stayed in that room one night, and then the next night as I just fell sleep for my hour sleep our bathroom sounded like Ole Faithful skyrocketing. The girl in next room put something down her toilet that just well you know...just dumb. So the girl flooded the place. They then moved me to my third room. Long sigh of relief here. I was already tired, and couldn't walk, and now had to move our room with all our stuff once again. Oh, and I had had the triplets. I should have told that chick what real pain was. I know I know, I didn't, and wouldn't.
Now, on to the babies. When they all were put in NICU they each had their own rooms. Reason for this is because they each, at the times during the first two days, had their own serious issues. Well on third or fourth day they moved Baby A in with Baby C. Yes, I still go in ABC order, they all look identical my friends. No identified birthmarks yet either :/ So, then the next day, they moved in Baby B with the other two babies. Awwwwwe, whew this makes me tired all over again just writing this. So then the NICU director asked if we minded that they move babies to the PICU floor, six floors up. What? Why? Well, they claimed they needed more rooms in NICU, and that our babies could knock out two birds with one stone. Three babies to one nurse...perfect for them, well not for the babies or their concerned parents. Ughhhh, rediculous. Well after they spoke with us, and I clearly stated I did not like the fact that our babies wouldn't be where they need to be if an emergency happened, they still said they had to move them. Geez. So they did and I stayed in the room with them last night, and it was a good thing that I did. Baby B (Brant) had ten Brady alerts. This is where his heart starts to basically stop, along with breathing, but then he would recover. The nurse was totally worried and did not like the fact that she didn't have her team along side her, along with the nurse practitioner and neonatologist on call. Then Baby C was showing signs of arithmetic heart beats. Well once the practisioner came this morning I told her everything, and how our babies clearly need to be in the actual NICU. Doesn't matter if we have a NICU nurse with us...she needs her team if something were to happen. We were basically in a area of PICU all by ourselves. Anywho, they moved us in the multiples room, which had a single baby in it that was born with severe drugs in her system. The room is quiet and off in a corner, so that's why she had been in there for a long time, cause when she cries it is a hurt cry and loud. Painful and I don't even want to explain. Anyway, they moved her to a singleton room, and our babies in the multiples room. To say the least it was exhausting. All of this, and trying to learn how to maintain a good schedule and take care of newborn triplets. Seriously, all I wanted to do was ice my feet and prop them up.
Prayer request now are for babies to have normal echo reports, and if something shows up to let it be something minor and outgrowing. For the babies to keep reaching for their milestones so they can go home. For my swelling to continue to go away. For me to have strength and endurance to do all the maternal things that mommies want to do for their new babies. For Beau to keep doing well. For my Gram's health, she has doctors appointments, but is not feeling her best. Thankfully, she loves keeping Beau, and he loves her to pieces. For my heart to know and hold tight to my Faith that the babies will be safe during short times that I'm not in NICU with them. This is something that bothers me. Not having my four year old here with me as my sidekick as usual, and then not having my babies with me in my room. I just gave birth six days ago, so you can only imagine my emotions. Everywhere. Anyway, I know it is a lot, but I pray for everything and I know God hears it.
Anyway, I better get some rest. Gotta get up for a feeding in a few hours. Rusty and I are taking turns tonight.
Pic - Brant sleeping peacefully in his little elevated sleeper.
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