Here is our journey in pictures . . .
On Wednesday morning I was really worried about
On Wednesday morning I was really worried about
keeping her NPO until her surgery. I woke her up at
0400 to feed her one last bottle. (Fortunately I have
0400 to feed her one last bottle. (Fortunately I have
stored breast milk for 3 months just for this occasion!)
Her last formula feeding would have been at midnight.
Her last formula feeding would have been at midnight.
Big difference!
Anyways, after her bottle at 0400, I kept her up until we
left for the hospital at 0545. She just thought it was morning!
She fell asleep immediately in her car seat, and didn't
wake until 0730, when we woke her for her pre-op vitals.
Anyways, after her bottle at 0400, I kept her up until we
left for the hospital at 0545. She just thought it was morning!
She fell asleep immediately in her car seat, and didn't
wake until 0730, when we woke her for her pre-op vitals.
She was a happy camper up until the moment they
took her away. She even went willingly with the anesthesiologist!
took her away. She even went willingly with the anesthesiologist!
Here she is playing before surgery . . .

Post-op she was NOT a happy camper (imagine that).
She was in lots of pain, and she had blood coming
from her mouth and her ears. The nurses had us start
trying to offer her pedialyte immediately.
Little did we know it would be days until she
would take her bottle.
Here she is post-op. Oh so sad . . .
I want to cry just looking at her.
and more importantly, feeling better.
But she was really swollen.
Her little cheeks and eyes were so puffy.
She took A LOT of naps in our arms at the hospital.
In fact, she didn't sleep by herself in bed
until Friday afternoon.
We got an adult hospital bed in place of her crib
when we realized she wasn't going to sleep
without being held. This worked well for all of us
because it allowed both Kent and I to stay with her.
He slept on the parent roll out bed and I
slept in the hospital bed with her.
Despite the circumstances, it was actually
kind of nice to snuggle her all night.
We were offering her bottles constantly,
but she still wasn't taking ANYTHING!
Here she is sleeping with the bottle.
We were hoping she would become one with
her bottle and start eating!
and she was ready to play!
She had a blast, and even made a friend.
She looks so cute with this ornery face!
It's like she is just fed up with that toy.
She is going to give a great crusty when she's a teen . . .
dribble milk into her mouth with a straw.
She ate several ounces that way!
I think it was Adrienne's mojo that turned
the tides. She visited us on Friday night,
and it was like magic.
And, finally, on Saturday, her first bottle!
Tammy, got to walk us out!
Taylee is just lounging in
her wagon. Taking it all in.
her wagon. Taking it all in.
So, as a little post-script I would like to say something
about our IMSU (infant unit) nurses.
I was warned by many co-workers that we wouldn't
get good care from them. Most of our nurses don't
want our patients to go to IMSU because they
think the nurses there are less than stellar.
I would like to dispute this rumor.
I know that Taylee wasn't exactly a critical patient,
but we were pretty needy at times, especially
for the first 24 hours.
Our nurses were amazing. I loved every single
one of them. They were attentive, thorough,
kind, and loving.
Outside of the fact that my baby had to
have surgery, and go through lots of pain,
our stay was great. There were even
lots of good times. Thanks PCMC and IMSU!