Our newest son was born last Wednesday, the 29th of April.
He was 7 lbs, 9 oz. 19 inches tall. A head full of an indeterminate colored hair-- maybe brown, maybe blonde, maybe red. Not really one or the other. A hugely impressive nose.
He was fine for the first twenty hours or so after birth.
Then his breathing rate went up into the 60s. Then the 70s. Then he had periods where he was breathing ninety breaths per minute. And he started getting feverish.
And so we went from anticipating coming home on Friday to a panicked state where he was whisked off to the NICU to be put on monitors and given IV antibiotics and tube fed and poked and prodded and x-rayed and examined.
He had a broken clavicle, and elevated white blood cells, and he was a very sick little boy.
By the grace of God, he gets to come home tomorrow, back at his birth weight, off the IVs, eyes open and eating well on his own.
Thank you, Jesus.
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The Countess in the Swamp, courtesy of Cara
. . . when life isn't quite a fairy tale, but it's still somewhat fantastical.
The Countess in the Swamp, courtesy of Cara
Welcome to the Comté
I'm no princess . . . I'm more matronly by far. Much more of a comfortable Countess, in fact, conservative and engaged in the minutia of life in my little county.
Once upon a time, I blogged at Scattershot Direct.
Things have changed quite a bit since then: my education, my career, my point of view. Some things may be unrecognizable-- my work as an RN, for one. But some things stay the same: writer, mother, Catholic, and opinionated.
St. Peter, pray for us!
Once upon a time, I blogged at Scattershot Direct.
Things have changed quite a bit since then: my education, my career, my point of view. Some things may be unrecognizable-- my work as an RN, for one. But some things stay the same: writer, mother, Catholic, and opinionated.
St. Peter, pray for us!
Cast of Characters
- Scotland: in utero addition
- Wales: adorable toddler
- Ireland: charming child
- Mia: terrible teen
- Cara: helpful mid-teen
- Paddy: hapless and almost 21
- The Count: distinguished and 50ish
- Frog Contessa: zaftig and 30ish
1 comment:
Sheesh. My heart rate went up just reading this. My new daughter just hit her birth weight at six weeks old, so it sounds like your little guy rebounded nicely. I hope you are recovering, as well, and that you can now relax and enjoy your new sweet baby. I'll be thinking of you as I care for my newborn, too.
There is nothing sweeter than a little baby. Enjoy!
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