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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Jack's Birthday Part 2

Sorry to leave you hanging. I am currently experiencing what it's like to be an Exclusively Pumping or EPing mother. This means that every 2-3 hours I have to hook myself up to a pump and pray that I get enough milk to come out for Jack's next feeding. It's hard work, but I want Jack to have breast milk and all it's benefits so I am going to try to EP until his 1st birthday. But that is the ending of this story so lets go back to where I left off....

They wheeled me down to our recovery room. There Jack was looked at by the Pediatric Hospitalist. He checked Jack over and said that he looked perfectly healthy. Sean and I agreed because we of course think he's perfect :). I tried to get him latch again and was unsuccessful so I asked the lactation nurse to come back in. We worked with Jack for around 45 minutes and still couldn't get him to properly latch on. He hadn't eaten much but he wasn't fussy so they said we would give it a few more hours and try again. We laid Jack in the bassinet and were getting ready for bed when he started choking. The nurse was in the room with us and saw him struggling so she picked him up and used the bulb syringe to suck out his mouth. Ella had the same issue the night she was born. Because both of my children had an extremely fast birth ( Ella was 15 min. of pushing and Jack was literally 3 pushes) they didn't have much compression to help them get all the mucous and fluid out of their airways. With Ella they just sent her down to the nursery and used a higher powered suction device that helped her stop choking and she was just fine after that. I told the nurse that I wanted her to do the same thing with Jack and she agreed, so she wheeled him down to the nursery. About 20 minutes later the Hospitalist came back in. Which immediately we thought was odd because he said he was done with us.

 He walked over to my bedside and said "I need to talk to you about your son's mouth". I'm sure that Sean and I looked like a deer in headlights. The doctor explained to us that Jack had a cleft in his soft palate. They had missed it in his check up earlier because its so far in the back of his mouth. The doctor explained that it would mean a few things for us.

1. Jack would most likely have some feeding issues- meaning he couldn't nurse like a normal baby, he would need a special bottle and possibly even a feeding tube if he was unable to use the bottle.
2. Jack would need surgery. A cleft in the soft palate makes certain sounds impossible to say so at around age 9-12 months they will have to close the cleft so that Jack can speak properly.
3. He will probably need speech therapy. We sat there quietly while he listed these things off to us. I kept trying to pay attention to what he was saying while trying not to burst into tears.

The nurse brought Jack back to the room and I all but ripped him out of her arms. Sean and I immediately got online to research cleft palates. We found that it was extremely rare to only have a soft palate cleft, no one really knows the cause of it and that Riley Children s Hospital has the best craniofacial surgical team in the country.

 They sent a new lady in from lactation to see if Jack would latch at all. When he was unsuccessful again they told us that he would have to be fed a bottle of formula so that we could see if he was able to eat properly. Apparently a cleft in the soft palate makes it hard for him to breathe while eating and it is easy for him to aspirate milk into his lungs. An hour or so later a different Pediatric Hospitalist came to our room to inform us that Jack would be moving to the Special Care Nursery. They wanted to make sure that his oxygen levels were staying up while he drank his bottle. Yet again I sat quietly while a doctor explained things to us and tried my best to focus on her every word w/o bursting into tears. She walked us down to the special care nursery, explained all the rules to us ( only 2 visitors at a time, one had to always be a parent) She showed us where to wash our hands and arms before entering and then what button to push on the outside wall so that a nurse could buzz us in to the nursery. They took him over to a special bed and started hooking him up to the monitors.

 I lost it.

 I had been trying to hold it in for the past few hours and was doing my best to be strong but seeing them hook him up to the monitors did me in. I was uncontrollably sobbing for a few minutes. I tried to hide behind my husband in the corner of the room. The pediatrician was so very compassionate. She quickly grabbed some tissue and found a rocking chair for me to sit in. She handed Jack to me and said "Mommy, he's going to be fine, I promise you this is fixable". I kept apologizing for crying and she kept assuring me that Jack was healthy and would be fine.

 They showed us a special bottle called a Haberman and said that it would help Jack eat. He took it like a champ and sucked down a half ounce of formula in 10 minutes. For the next 24 hours Sean and I took turns doing Jack's feedings ever 3 hours. One of us was always in the special care nursery holding Jack and talking to him. Later in the evening the doctor came back in to give us a hand out about cleft palates. She listened while we asked questions and voiced concerns and then she put her hand on my shoulder and told us we were good parents. It is amazing how much that touched our hearts! In the midst of everything that had just taken place it was so nice to hear that. For the past 24 hours we had felt like we were swimming upstream and playing catch up and for her to say that really reassured us that we could do this. We could get Jack through whatever obstacles were coming our way.

I pumped every 3 hours even though I was only getting a few drops (if that) and then I would syringe feed him the drops. We annoyed the nurses, asking questions about every monitor, every stat and every test. Because a cleft palate is a midline defect they wanted to check other organs for defects so they ordered a head to toe ultrasound for him. Everything came back normal except for a heart murmur and even that closed the next day. Every time they gave us a goal for Jack he would blow through it! AFter 24 hours they let him come back to our room and we had to wheel him back down for each feeding to be monitored. After 24 more hours they didn't need to monitor his feedings anymore, but wanted to keep him there just in case. Then on Tuesday morning they came in and started walking us through the discharge papers.

We left the hospital on formula (which broke my heart). I wanted so badly to nurse Jack but its just not possible for him. 5 days after he was born my milk finally came in and we were able to cut back on his formula in take and after 7 days we were able to cut formula out completely. So far my milk supply is keeping up with him and I've actually been able to put some reserve milk in the freezer. Jack eats like a champ and is gaining weight beautifully! He gets extra gassy from swallowing air during his feedings and that can make him fussy but he's normally such a chill baby. For the first few days it was hard to enjoy him, I know that sounds awful but I just felt like he as so fragile and that I would do something wrong. But now we are into our own routine and learning his little personality and loving every minute with him!

So there you have it. The story of Jack's birth and the discovery of his cleft palate. I will be keeping you updated on our journey with EPing and with Jack's surgery in the future. Thanks for sticking with me and reading all of this :)

here are some pictures for you as a reward !

Jack's Birth Story- Part 1

I have tried writing this post several different times now. I keep finding it hard to put into words the whole experience of Jack's Birthday. For me it was a two fold story of extreme joy and incredible fear. No one ever wants to hear a doctor say that there is something wrong with their child and though Jack has a very mild birth defect that we will be able to fix with surgery, hearing the doctors tell me that my brand new, absolutely perfect baby boy had something wrong with him was one of the scariest experiences of my life!


Lets start from the beginning. I had a regularly scheduled appointment with my OB on Tuesday Dec. 4th. The doc checked me and announced that I was still 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced (I had been for the past week) and also informed me that I had a posterior cervix. This is where your cervix is pointing towards your back instead of down the birth canal. The OB assured me that this was fairly normal and that when I went into active labor it would correct itself. We discussed options and decided to go ahead and induce me on Friday the 7th (Jack's due date). I had been having contractions on and off for the past month and a half and I was ready to meet my sweet boy!

 Friday morning we got up at 4:45, packed up the remaining stuff in our bags, kissed Ella and left her with Sean's parents. We arrived to the hospital at 5:30 and were checked into our room by 6. I had made a comment to Sean telling him how much more comfortable I would feel if we had the same nurse this time that we had when I gave birth to Ella. When we walked into our room on the labor and delivery floor Sean noticed that her name was on the board as someone who was working that day. We asked the lady who checked us in if we could request her and she called right away and told her that we wanted her with us again. I cannot express how much relief I felt knowing that this kind woman would be taking care of us again, she was seriously AMAZING with me when I had Ella! She checked me and I was having regular contractions but still dilated to only 2 cm. She started my pitocin drip and said she would be checking on us often. By 10:30 my OB was making his rounds and came in to check me. I was now at 4 cm and 75% effaced and thankfully my cervix had moved up enough for him to break my water.

This is when the fun began :)

 The contractions were manageable but very painful. I found it most comfortable to sit on the edge of the bed and let my feet dangle. I like to kick my feet when I am in pain and that coupled with some breathing techniques really helped me work through the contractions. At around 11:30 I was feeling a lot of pressure and asked for my epidural. By 12 I had the epidural in and was laying down trying to rest. I developed what they call a hot spot in my hip where the medicine was unable to reach my nerves due to the way Jack was laying. I felt every contraction in just that one spot ( very weird and uncomfortable) They gave me another dose of the pain meds and got my hips situated in a way that allowed it to reach the hot spot. Just when I started to feel relief the doctor came in and said that Jack's heart rate was going down with each contraction and they wanted me to change positions to see if it would help. They checked me and I was at 6cm and 90% effaced and they made me roll to my other side. Well it helped his heart rate but made my hot spot come back. at around 12:45 I called the nurse back in to see if she could give me another dose on the epidural and told her I felt like i needed to go to the bathroom. She checked me and said "well that is because you are having a baby" I had gone from 6 cm to 10 cm in just 25 min. The doctor came back in and after just 3 pushes Jack arrived at 1:22 p.m.

He was perfect, wrinkly and big! His head was beautifully round and he was crying so hard he turned a nice purple color that scared me half to death! They assured me he was fine and I let them take him over to the warmer to get cleaned off. To me he looked smaller than Ella, but when they put him on the scale he weighed in at 9 lbs 8.3 oz and 21 1/4 inches long! Everyone kept commenting on how pretty he was :) Sean and I were absolutely in love! I tried to nurse Jack after about 30 minutes and he seemed to not be interested. The lactation nurse came in and tried to help, but he kept making a loud noise and you could tell that he wasn't latching properly. They weren't too concerned so they said we would go ahead and let visitors come see him and we would try to get him to nurse later. We let Ella come in first to see him and she kept saying "Oh my baby, my baby" and giving him lots of smooches!

After everyone came in and had left we were moved down to the recovery room. That is where the real adventure began... to be continued.

Monday, December 3, 2012

The Waiting Game

I have really sucked at keeping this blog up for the past months. SO much has been happening and I had planned to put up a post about Halloween and another post about Thanksgiving along with a pregnancy update... but honestly I haven't had the energy or desire to write anything lately. So here is a quick recap


October- this was filled with all things fall. We went to the pumpkin patch and got Ella hooked on delicious apples :) We went to the Children's Museum and Ella go to go through her first haunted house ( she was a champ... didn't even cry once ). My awesome friends threw a "Little Man" Shower for Jack. It was a hilarious day :)  We went to the Zoo Boo where Ella was the cutest little scarecrow I have ever seen  and I got to scream my head off in the bird exhibit... seriously birds are HORRIBLE! To end October we took Ella trick or treating with a lot of our friends and she had a blast!

November- We tried to relax a lot this month. We had a great Friendsgiving dinner with our best friends ! We had delicious food with both sides of our family and tried to tie up all the loose ends before Jack arrives.

December- So far we are in the waiting game. I am trying my best to stay positive and not get too impatient waiting for Jack to get here. My body is pretty exhausted since I have been contracting off and on each day for the past month or so. Friday he will be here whether he likes it or not :) Against my original plan I scheduled an induction on my due date. I swore I would not do Pitocin again this time but I also vastly miscalculated how stressful the last weeks of pregnancy would be on my body. I am ready to meet my lil man!

Enjoy some pictures.