4P Inc: Perpetual Preemie Parent Paranoia: Everyone Poops

Friday, February 18, 2011

Everyone Poops

We all knew the day was coming, we just didn't know who would be the winning recipient of Noah's prize. Turns out it was only half-awarded to Mike. Yup, that's right, Mike had the honors of being pooped on in the bath tub, sorta. As I was preparing Noah's bath after a big poop and resulting puke from said poop, Mike decided to hold Noah on the ledge of the bath so he could watch the water level and bubbles rise. Well, apparently Noah got a little too excited perched high above the tub and decided he wasn't done. You heard it here first folks, Noah went poo poo on Mike! Two little logs trickled down his hand and into the bathtub! Man, that was a sight. Noah, thank you for the endless hours of laughter!
We also had Noah's hair cut, only his second in his whole little life but this time instead of Tia Grace doing the clipping we went to Toon Cuts because of the last-minuteness. That was his first and last time there and we'll file the experience under the tag: traumatic. He cried the whole time and I fear we may have created a life-long fear of clippers. The only upside, he looks like a cute little man now!
After his bath we decided to have a talk on the floor about said doo-doo and later broached the topic of bebe. Don't get any ideas everyone, I think we're about to place a permanent "Closed" sign on mine and Mike's reproductive systems. This whole experience of preemie parenthood will also be filed under tag: traumatic.

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Meet Our Miracle

Noah Matthew was born on a rainy Winter day, Pearl Harbor Day to be exact, in 2009. We like to think it was Noah's way of warning us, a day that would live in "infamy", LOL! My pregnancy and Noah's birth was not like many other of his preemie friends. I had contracted H1N1 (Swine Flu) at 24 weeks and had to be put into an induced coma my first night after the ER because I was essentially already dying. Over the next 5 weeks I was on a ventilator, got a DVT (massive blood clot) from a line in groin, went into renal failure and eventually had to get a trach. As I began to wake up from being weaned from the paralytics, Noah started experiencing heart decelerations and the decision was made to deliver him via emergency c-section at 30 weeks. Noah spent 90 total days in the NICU mostly dealing with severe GERD, slow weight gain, ROP, anemia (2 transfusions), hernia repair surgery, and weaning off of oxygen. It was, for the most part, an uneventful stay but the post-traumatic stress I experienced in dealing with my own mortality and subsequent paralysis in my right leg/foot, made things that much more stressful. No longer was I the strong, independent and fully capable person I had been before. The first few days and weeks I held Noah, I was in a wheel chair or seated with a walker in front of me. How would I ever take care of this fragile human being who depended on me for his life, when I couldn't even take care of myself? Noah is doing wonderfully and is only slightly delayed in gross motor and is about to start the process for Speech Therapy. Other than his many gastrointestinal issues (reflux, horrible gag reflex, vomiting, constipation, inability to transition to purees/solids, and slow weight gain) he is doing remarkable.

If there is any doubt that God exists and is merciful, all you have to do is look at Noah and bear witness to his miracle work. With only 10% survival for the both of us in that first couple of weeks, we defied the odds, and it was only by the grace of God, many prayers, the wonderful care of doctors/specialists/nurses, and our determination to live. My hope is that this blog is a testament to how very grateful I am that I am able to kiss my husband at night and tuck my son in for bed. Amen!