I am sitting here in my last hours at the hospital with the newest Etue addition. Well,, actually I am sitting here alone, he is partying with the nurses across the hall. As I hear the laughing and talking, it is a vivid reminder of what I am leaving today. Not only am I leaving the hospital as a mom of three, but I am also leaving my workplace for what could be some very long weeks and months ahead.
Tyler arrived three days after his lungs were labeled immature. Obviously no one gave my uterus the immature news and it decided to go into labor anyhow. Something I never really experienced with my first pregnancies. So as I contracted regularly and became "thinned" I guess Tyler's lungs decided to surprise everyone and be mature. He came out with a strong, lusty cry despite our worst fears. Daddy almost missed the delivery as they decided to delivery me in a hurry and they were not kidding. Derek got to the hospital as I was recieving my spinal anesthesia, driving from work at speeds we probably do not want to know. Tyler also arrived with the cleft issues we expected but a little worse than I had hoped. He has bilateral cleft lips and palate with a pre-maxilla. I was a little taken back by the state of his palate which is more missing than there. Nothing like looking in your infants mouth and afraid to see the inside of his eye balls up those long dark, deep holes. I am interested to hear the specialists opinion of the severity in a few weeks. From what I can tell our only positive is everything is straight up and down and not crooked or on crazy angles. If I had to guess I would say maybe a half-dozen surgeries now instead of two. He is also tongue-tied. Of course I hit the internet last night to compair his clefts to others to try to obtain a course of treatment and ended up in tears, so the computer got shut off. I just want some details that I guess I cannot handle yet. He is a vigious little eater. Although he doesn't have complete suck he acts like he does. He goes after those bottles with gusto with a little help from the special bottles techniques. Ty and I are still learning to get in sinc when he is eating, and if mommy gets distracted, then she is wearing the formula! There is no staring at the tv while he is sucking!!
Once again I am drawn to tears as I am blogging, this is suppose to be therapeutic, but todays blog is turning out to just be drenching, thank you post-partum hormones which will soon turn into parental hormones as we begin our journey. It will be a few short hours now before I pack up the little man and take him home to the Etue Estate, the beginning to our road to completeness. Thank goodness the fun noises from the nurses station have stopped, those are the sounds I will miss the most. A closing of one part of my life and onto my stay-at-home mommy job. I am sure there will be laughter and fun there, but just at a different level. Welcome Home Tyler Ivan Etue, time for you and mommy to live up to your strong middle name.
ps. he only has 10 toes,,,
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