Friday was a hard day for mom and I. I was in a bad baby mood and nobody can understand what it is that I want. We also had a travelling nurse. Mom told me to note that we have a very good friend that used to be a travel nurse and that he is competent and delightful. HOWEVER, travelling nurses in the NICU ruin parents lives. This place has moms on a very fragile ledge of sanity. Parents like routines, familiar nurses, consistent care times, etc. So when a travelling nurse busts up in here, it's like finding hair on your liver and onions. It's barely tolerable to begin with but just seeing a hair in it will induce a gag reflex. May as well be a plate of dog turds.
Friday the hospital sponsored a Mother's Day brunch and art activity. Everyone tells mom she needs to do things for herself so she was looking forward to attending after my care time. The brunch was from 9:00-11, so she figured she had plenty of time. Silly Mom. The rundown:
9:00 Mom shows up dutifully on time. For someone that is chronically late to everything, I sure do make her give up her "I can do one more thing" mantra. Mom notes that my bassinet is propped up all weird and I have 1000 blankets wadded up in developmental positions.
9:01 Mom searches for a nurse to explain WTF my bassinet situation is all about and if she can move me.
9:15 Mom's blood boils waiting to find out who the hell the nurse is and why she's late. Mom perfectly executes a diaper change, leg exercises, temperature probe, and wardrobe
switch. TN nurse comes in frazzled introduces herself and asks if mom needs help, to which mom says no. TN leaves room and closes door.
9:15:01 Shit hits the fan. I throw a fit. Mom tries different breastfeeding positions but little does she know I am determined to make her feel like a horrible mother this morning. I begin acting like I've never latched before, crying, screaming, gagging, and setting off alarms. I am tangled up in chords and the breastfeeding pillow so Mom can't stand up and reach the call for help button.
9:45 Mom wonders where everyone is. There are alarms going off, and yet nobody is coming. She starts considering options.
9:50 The best options sounds like screaming for help.
10:00 Mom feels like an idiot for screaming help because obviously nobody can hear her. She is convinced the whole unit is at the Mother's Day brunch.
10:30 A different, unsuspecting nurse comes in to clear an alarm and asks if Mom is okay. A Pandora's box of tears, snot, defeat, and rage comes out of my mom's face. I think she was trying to say everything is not okay.
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10:45 Other nurse calms Mom down, takes me from her lap and tells her to go to brunch for the last 15 minutes.
11:30 Mom comes into the room and sees that the doctors have put me back on oxygen, and I have a nasal canula back on. She said it was mentally devastating to see me back on oxygen when I had been off of it for so long.
The rest of the day was mundane at best. I had a chest x-ray, which turned out okay, and Mom and I both had naps. When Dad got done bringing home bacon he said he was sad to see the nasal canula back on me too. Dad said I was supposed to be taking care of Mom and I was sleeping on the job! Dad convinced Mom to come home for a good nights' rest.
I think with all the hubbub of today, Mom didn't take any photos except for this one of me pointing to her in my bassinet photo.
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| Mom told me to point to the best looking parent. I had to throw her a bone after her day. |
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