Third times a charm right?! We went out with a bang as far as I am concerned!
On April 12th, we had our third sweet baby Oliver. A handful of friends have asked me to blog about his birth story and let's just say I'm not an unwilling party to such a thing. Blogging, it's like "me time" but writing about my kids... I can dig it.
It is funny how similar and how different multiple births from your one body can be- for instance, I ate Jack in the Box the evening before each of my children's debut. Also, I went into labor as I went to bed and woke up between 4 and 6 am with each ready and reeling to get to the hospital. Another odd little tidbit I have already shared with a few of you is that when you take the month and day and add them together... I know, you think I am crazed, but this is a rare find- 11/5 = 16, 3/13 = 16, 4/12 = 16<-- my, Lena & Oliver birthdates- 9/10 = 19, 4/15 = 19 <-- Dus & Paige birthdates. So we all have a number connection, which is really neat because... well my husband is an engineer and I like patterns...
Differences, Paige was all twisted, epidural at 4 cm, took forever to get her out and she broke her collar bone. Lena, epidural at 8.5 cm, basically fell out and I could have probably run a marathon a week later.
Now, Oliver. epidural at 6.5 cm- my epidural traveled upwards, I couldn't feel my breathe- had to wear some oxygen a bit and then puked. It was. Awesome.
I want an epidural every time I need to puke. Hands down, best puke experience of my life.
Onward. A couple hours after Oliver was born, the nurse came back to
give him a bath. She began taking his vitals and was not able to count
his heart rate.
Honestly, I was ticked. Almost immediately. Bless her, she was so sweet and I was just wanting my baby. But then there were people coming in, specialists being called and no one was explaining to us what was going on. From the time they took him to the NICU till a full 24 hours later, I thought this was a life or death situation. Can you imagine, away from two of your other wee ones... then no answers to a rapid heartbeat...
We get to the NICU and hook him up to the monitors and his heart rate is no joke 290 beats. The boy has Supraventricular tachycardia- also known as SVT. We will just sum it up to "rapid heart rate". Now, if his heart was to do this for a couple days, it would wear out and well, you know what happens without your heart. 
First they tried to restart his heart by the shock factor. Shocking his system by putting bags of ice on his face. It did nothing but tick him off and freak me out. I had imagined myself tackling my sweet nurse but here I am, not in jail, so that concludes that I did not, tackle my nurses.
After meeting doctor, which we really liked. They decided to quickly do a medication to restart his system. After tying my poor sweet boy down, they hit the "adenosin" ( i know I must be mispelling it) his heart rate on the monitor began dropping quickly, he shook, and then his heart hopped back up in the 130's. It was quite terrifying.
He wasn't able to eat for 12 hours, as they began his medication. No wonder he fed so well, he was starving at the beginning!
We stayed a couple nights in NICU then a night in pediatrics. He has a small handful more episodes and his medication upped. We watched the heart monitor like a hawk. I didn't sleep barely at all and hardly ever put him down. He has been my only nursing baby, Paige couldn't and Lena had a horrible latch and I dried up.
Since coming home, he has had no episodes. His medication works well. We have apts with Childrens hospital and are constantly checking his heart with our stethoscope.
He is just so precious.
Sometimes, I wonder if that had all happened to give us a few days with him so I could nurse. It was something that really broke my heart with the girls- and as much as I already thought it was weird to nurse, I wanted my kids to get the head start in a healthy life. I guess we shall find out.
Now, if his heart has not corrected itself by 4/6 months, he will continue the medication until he is 1 before they try to take him off again to see if it is corrected. If it has not, he will have to wait until he is 8-10 years to get a non evasive surgery that restarts the pacemaker in his heart.
I am so thankful for all the help we had that first week with total chaos. I love how much his sisters love him. Love love love.
Lord, you know our little Oli's body better than any other. You created him, fearfully and wonderfully made. Thank you so much for this precious gift. Please protect his heart and his life Lord. Please keep Paige and Lena as well. My heart has never been so full as when I hear them singing "Jesus loves me" or when Paige sings her own words to worship on bible study nights. I pray they all grow with heart that continually search you. Protect them and show them the sweetest miracles as they grow. Thank you for this family you have blessed each of us with .
goodnight. God Bless.
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