The Portable Baby

At some point, I do plan on making this blog more of an update-y type thing, but for now, it’s just random thoughts. So.

I used to say, jokingly, that Mr. A wasn’t “very portable”. And he wasn’t. Carrying him from the bedroom to the living room each morning, and from the living room back to the bedroom each night, was often the extent of it. As in, I couldn’t carry him into the kitchen to heat up a bottle, or into the nursery to change his diaper. Given that Mr. D soon weighed twice what his brother did, and I could just toss him in the Moby and call it good, this might require some explaining.

Mr. A came home from the NICU weighing just over 6 pounds (at 2 months old). He also came with accessories. From the head down: a nasal canula, which hooked up to either about 8 feet of tubing, or about 200. (I don’t know the actual lengths. Bad home-heath caller that I am.) The 200 was so we could have him hooked up to a very large tank (M-tank, I do believe) of oxygen and walk him around the house. Or so the cats could play with it when we were trying to sleep, as it stretched from the living room to the bedroom. The 8-foot went to a small, “portable” tank, that came in a nifty carrying container with a strap. He wore this 24-hours a day.

He then had a large suction machine, which also came in a nifty carrying container with a strap. In the pockets of the case were assorted suction tubes. We had to have this with us at all times, as he had (has) bad reflux and failed his swallow study with flying colors…as if repeatedly aspirating (resulting in severe bradycardia and desats, and 2 extensions on his NICU stay) said reflux did not clue us in. His suction machine was more important to me than his oxygen (he was only on 1/16th, and then 1/32nd of a liter), and I used it repeatedly to save his life.

He also came with special bottles and nipples and fortifiers and thickeners, all in an attempt to get him to take anything by mouth. And a bunch of pink swabs to clean his mouth, since he wasn’t eating. But as this isn’t all that different from what a typical baby needs (and can easily fit in a diaper bag), it doesn’t really count, except that you can’t buy anything good at Babies R Us.

Along those lines, he also had a thermometer to use under his arm every 3 hours, as he had difficulty regulating body temperature. And a tape measure to measure his abdomen, to make sure food was passing through and his intestines hadn’t gone and re-rearranged themselves, following his intestine-rearrangement surgery (Ladd procedure). And a hoard of gauzes, tapes, swabs, creams, ointments, and sterile water containers, for dealing with his stoma, which needed to be done at least twice a day.

The stoma is the hole going from his skin on his tiny abdomen all the way into his stomach. It typically contains his G-tube button (except when he, his brother, his mother, or, you know, anyone or anything, has yanked it out). At this point in his life, Mr. A needed to eat every 3 hours during the day, for 90 minutes at a time. And continuously at night. That meant, for 18 of 24 hours, he was also hooked up to additional tubing (6 feet? 8 feet? Whatever), which fed into a pump and had a feedbag attached to it. We usually hung this from an IV pole, although it too came with a nifty container with a strap. And he needed frequent burping, which required a 60cc syringe. And of course all the little syringes for his medicines.

It also came with his “emergency G-tube kit”—a bunch of (special) syringes, dressings, lubes, catheters, etc., in case his button was yanked. We’ve been lucky and can just pop it back in each time, but it can require trips to the ER and plugging it with whatever is on hand in the meantime. So this kit has to be at his side at all times.

And lastly, on his foot, a sensor leading to a cord, leading to a pulse oximeter. Which, if you can believe it, ALSO came with a nifty container and a strap. We would usually hang this on the IV pole too, to keep it at eye-level and make it easier to hit the mute button.

Add in all the usual baby stuff, and you can see why we only left the house for doctor’s appointments. Add in a twin, and you can perhaps understand why, after I (in a fit of optimisim one fine April day) once loaded up the stroller with my boys and their gear for our very first walk, and the damn sensor fell off his foot and wouldn’t stop alarming and I couldn’t get it back on, I burst into tears less than a block from my driveway.

This post will be continued (at some point), when we add in the joys of TPN (2 IV pumps and bags and yet another nifty container with a strap!).

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2 responses to “The Portable Baby

  1. sparklythings

    Um…jeez. I would like a picture of you with all the “nifty strap” items actually strapped on you. Kthankxbye!
    xoxoxo

  2. Rae Rae

    I mean this in the most awe-filled respectful way: Just *reading* this entry overwhelmed me.

    You are such an amazing mom M. Mr. A and Mr. D are the luckiest kids in the world. (And I know you feel you are the luckiest mom 😉

    My admiration for you all continues to grow ❤

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