Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Getting in the Groove of Things
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Family, Doctor's Appt, and a Big Day Tomorrow
Sunday, July 17, 2011
First Few Days at Home
Friday, July 15, 2011
First Day at Home - Thursday, July 14th
Coming Home on Wednesday, July 13th
First of all, I need to apologize for not posting the last few days. These past few days have been a whirlwind, and we literally have not had time to post. I imagine that now that we are home, our postings will be a little less frequent, but we will still let everyone know what's going on every few days.
Mom spent the night with me in one of the hospital's family sleep rooms on Tuesday night. Max had the surgery on Tuesday, so I really wanted to be right around the corner from him while he recovered. Tyler went home to finish up a few things and get a good night sleep. We never wanted to be too far from Max while he was in the NICU and our thoughtful friends set us up in a really great hotel right down the street from the hospital for as long as we needed. It worked out great!
The next morning I went to see Max. He weighed in at 5 lbs and 14 oz and was eating and growing well. Tuesday had been such a whirlwind and we were expecting to have a few days for Max to recover and planned to head home on Thursday. When the physicians did rounds on Wednesday morning, they were so impressed with how Max was doing after surgery, they decided to send us home that same day. We couldn't believe it! I have to say, too, that Tyler and I were very nervous about taking a baby home that had heart surgery the previous day. I was also very nervous about nursing him with his sore incision. Max is such a strong little man. He didn't require any narcotics and just took Tylenol for pain and he seemed completely comfortable!! Can you believe that? Babies are so resilient; much more than adults. I can't imagine having heart surgery at 7 days old, going home 24 hours later and then only taking Tylenol for pain, but that was all he needed. This baby never ceases to amaze me!
So, we spent our morning getting ready for discharge (hearing screen, getting Hepatitis B Vaccine, and discharge paperwork). A pacemaker nurse came to do post-op teaching for the pacemaker and help answer any questions we had about Max's surgery. She was very helpful. I also attended an infant massage class; I thought it would be really therapeutic for Max if I learned how to give him a good massage.
Dad came to help us pack up some things and Mom went to our house to meet us there when we got home. It was such a good feeling walking out of that hospital with our brand new baby. I just wanted to tell everyone about how much I love him and how proud of him I am. He's such a strong kid already! The drive home went very well and Mom welcomed us home. We also introduced Annie (our Bichon Poo) to Max; she was very interested in him, but I think her feelings are a little hurt that she's no longer "top dog."
Mom graciously agreed to spend a few days and nights with us to help for the first few days. I took her up on it and the four of us had a great evening together. We celebrated our homecoming with a nice bottle of wine and a very tasty dinner provided by Ryan and Kerri Bauchiero. It felt so good to be home!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
More Perspective....and photos
So, I've been a parent now for 7 days. And I don't pretend to have any clue about what I'm doing....I've only actually changed one dirty diaper (In my defense, it was a really nasty diaper though). But, I can tell you that Amy and I are absolutely crazy about this kid....our kid. And it broke our hearts to see this little guy come back from surgery. Don't get me wrong, we are extremely thankful that Max had the surgery, and the peace of mind that comes from knowing his heart will be beating appropriately is priceless. But seeing the incision on his chest made it real. And seeing him loopy-eyed from the pain medicine and to see him struggling to let out a cry was tough. But what an inspiration this 5 pound, 10 ounce baby who can't speak a word has been to us. This kid has gone through so much already. He had to fight to even make it here. And once he was here, he had to deal with a heart beating at half speed, but he figured it out. And then, on his one week birthday, he had a 1.5 inch incision cut in his tiny chest and a pacemaker put in. What a week....let alone his first week ever. I promise it gets better buddy.
Amy and I were excited to become parents and never thought we would have the opportunity to say that we are already proud of our kid at the mere age of 7 days....but we are very, very proud of Max. And we have become those annoying parents that take a million pictures a day and try to capture every tiny moment. Those same parents that go nuts if he opens his eyes and starts looking around or if he yawns or maybe looks like he's cracking a smile (although it's usually just gas). I used to wonder why people loved babies so much. They eat, cry, and poop all day long....and you're the one having to constantly feed, comfort and clean up after them. Oh, and while you're at it, you never sleep again. But then Amy got pregnant and slowly my cynicism began chipping away. And now Max is here, and we couldn't purely love anything on earth as much as we love him. So when we saw Max after surgery today, it didn't matter if I've been a parent for 7 minutes, 7 days or 7 decades, I knew what it meant to never want your child to suffer. And although I'm not sure I believe the "this is going to hurt you more than it hurt me" line right before you get whacked with a paddle....I think I can now somehow relate with a parents wish to never want to see your child in pain (until he's a teenager and he hates you). So, I think it's safe to say that our first week of official parenthood has been a roller coaster ride....but a really great, exciting one....that will hopefully settle down just a little bit.
Amy cuddling Max before surgery.
Family photo with Max right before he went back to surgery.
Friends and family waiting for Max during surgery, then waiting to see him afterwards.
Hunter brought us dinner tonight...we let him keep those two pieces since he had his hands all over them.
Max post surgery...the pacemaker is the small bulge lodged in his left side below his incision...right above the diaper. The incision is about an inch and a half long....chicks dig scars.