Not a bad night! Got him to sleep in the crib for about an hour and a half. And then he slept pretty peacefully the rest of the night on me. If it wasn't for the nurses, we'd be having our best nights ever!
Finally starting to get a little movement in the GI tract! Hoping this quickly picks up speed so he can not be so uncomfortable. I don't think I mentioned that the bloating is normal post-op, especially given how long he was under and the fact they had to move the intestines around. The GI tract just kinda goes into shock and shuts down. Normal or not, it causes great discomfort and can lead to an array of bigger problems if it's not monitored. So we are certainly glad on many fronts that we seem to be starting to move here.
He's had a couple of swallows of breastmilk a couple of times. Not super interested but he's keeping it down. They have decreased his fluids again so that hopefully he'll become more hungry. (He's been on IV nutrition and they bumped them up yesterday since he still wasn't eating. Now that the pressure should start to dissipate, they hope it'll increase appetite.)
Urine output has been increasing. Meaning the fluid retention is decreasing. May remove catheter today and see how that goes.
We were able to get his boots and bar on. I did have to adjust during the night because swelling decreased some and they became loose. No complaints here and he doesn't seem to be any extra annoyed by them. One less worry!
I guess the pressure and incision did not discourage the little guy from wanting to sleep on his belly. But try as he might, he couldn't get comfortable so we had to adjust to his back and side.
Not much to do around here. I was pumping while Bryan held Judah and the biggest entertainment was watching these guys shovel snow. Repeatedly. I was surprised they were doing it by hand. Our nurse said he thought 7 or 8 inches fell on top of the ice we started with.
Finally, a clear morning and the sun is coming up. Wish that was indeed a ski lodge rather than a hospital building that was the view. Or some mountains. But honestly, not a bad view.
An even better view. He's not so cheerful this morning but doing okay. Until a nurse walks in. He knows the sound of the door and even though we have white noise going it generally wakes him and he looks. He just watches until they cube close. Then he cries no matter what they want to do. Blood pressure, under-arm temp, add meds to IV, give him oral meds, listen to his chest... They're all quite horrific in his book. He'll be happy to be home and away from strangers who care about his health.
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