First, Finn was born Wednesday, August 3, 2011 at 7:32pm via c-section. Long story short, I was contracting all day, went in to get an IV of fluids to see if they would stop, they didn't, I started to get very sharp and painful pains of the left side of my previous c-section scar and the doctors were concerned that it wasn't tolerating the pressure of so many contrations well. So away I went.
The c-section was strange to be awake for, but I was comfortable and happy and doing well. The pulled Finney out and he cried, gurggled, but kept crying. He took a big gulp of fluid on his way out. His first apgar score was 3. His 5 minute one was 8. Pediatrician Dr. P seemed concerned right away. I'm not quite sure what happened after that since I was still on the table and whatnot, but Frankie was with him the whole time. I got up to the recovery room and they told me his oxygen stats were a little low. There was talk of Rockford if he didn't improve. He had fluid in his lungs, a possible infection and his oxygen saturation was at 40. Somewhere along the way the call was made that he was going to Rockford. About 1.5 hours after my section I was put into a wheel chair, legs numb, to try and touch my son for the first time. I was able to hold his hand and rub his foot for just a couple of minutes until I was pulled out because I wasn't looking so hot. I basically went back to the room and threw up a ton. My body wasn't ready to be moving that much, but I wanted to see my baby before he was taken away from me. They wheeled him into my room before he got on the helicopter and I was just able to see his little head with his body all strapped into the isolette strapped to the stretcher. Finney was off on his first adventure.
Another long story short and by the grace of God and one determined ass nurse, I was discharged Thursday (less than 24 hours after my surgery) afternoon and went right to Rockford. When I got there, it was scary. My little boy looked nothing like I remembered. I was scared.
{finn with is bubble cpap and feeding tube}
{we knew we were in the long haul when he got a name tag}
{and for the record, he was 7lbs 15oz at birth, and is now 7lbs 5oz}
{24 hours after Finn was born, I was able to hold him for the first time}
{Frankie bravely holding Finney for the first time. He was a little intimidated for the first couple days, and rightly so. Now he loves his snuggle time}
{mr. finney without his bubble cpap! his nose was a little swollen still from being smooshed up in his cpap}
{and here is a great one of Finn last night! he is so handsome!}
Finn is doing well and trying his best. He is still on an IV and in a heated isolette, but we're trying to wean from both. Most of his feeds still happen through his feeding tube, but he is practicing with a bottle and will take usually around 10ml (of a 55ml feeding) of breastmilk before falling asleep. Eating is hard work, people. He can't go home until he takes all of his feeds from a bottle, so we're in for a little bit of a haul. One nurse last night guessed about a week. It seems like an eternity. Thankfully they've let us get a little more hands on lately and I've been changing diapers (inside the isolette) and holding him for long periods of time.
So right now, we're taking things one feeding, one shift change and one day at a time. Because it's all we can do.
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