Saturday, February 8, 2014
I Think We'll Leave Kangaroo Care to the Kangaroos
Today, the nurses did your weekly bed change. The nurse in charge insisted that we do what is called "Kangaroo Care." That's when the mother tucks her preemie close to her chest for a short period of time. It's supposed to help enhance milk production (since, presumably, it gets those hormones pumping) and a lot of people claim that it's good for the baby... but this was the moment we were fearing! At such a young age while STILL on a respirator, we had our apprehensions. On the way to the hospital, your mother and I both were coming up with excuses on how to avoid it, but when we both stoutly declined, the nurse got a little pushy about it. In a moment of wussiness, we gave in.
I think we both regretted not growing a backbone, because moving the tangled mass of wires off of the incubator and onto your mother's collar bone made for a pretty big mess, not the least of which was stress for you. There was a lot of tugging and twisting, with the endotracheal tube in your throat getting jostled around. Each time, your mouth opened with in pain and your eyes clenched. Your blood oxygen levels wobbled all over the place and aside from that, I was afraid that the line might damage your trachea. I'm guessing the experience was supposed to be one filled with coos and smiles and fuzzy warm feelings. It wasn't. All three of us squirmed and grimaced uncomfortably. Fortunately, you are now safely back in your new incubator, and the three of us are a lot calmer.
Anyway, out of about 20 pictures of the ordeal, we got one that made the experience appear carefree and blissful, so we have the nurse to thank for that! I think we'll enjoy being physically close to you when you are just a TAD bit bigger!