Monday, June 25, 2007

chubby baby

Her first week home, Kylie gained a little weight.  However, the next week she lost 2 ounces.   We now feed her high calorie formula at night to try and help her gain weight.  After one week, she gained 11 oz and now weighs about exactly 7 lbs.  Not much for the typical 2 month old, but for Kylie it is pretty good.  Amy went nuts with the camera on Sunday night, here are a few of the choicest shots.









Unfortunately, as do many celebrities these days, Kylie eventually tired of the photo shoot and had to kick out the paparazzi.  

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Welcome to Holland

http://www.tasgreetings.com/holland.html

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
 
  
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
 

©  Emily Perl Kingsley  1987

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

life at home

We are adjusting to life with Kylie, little by little.  We are getting to know her personality, what calms her down, what really annoys her, etc.  For example, it really annoys her when Dallin steals her pacifier.  She loves to bounce.  I couldn’t figure out why she always quieted down if I was upstairs and walked down.  Why would she like walking down stairs?  Finally it clicked that it was the bouncing motion, not the stairs. 

 


Another thing Kylie likes is Emily.  When she is fussing, Emily sings to her and she calms down.  It is pretty cool, she really responds to her.  Emily, of course, eats this up.  She holds Kylie for long periods of time every day, helping to feed her, or even just sit on the couch holding her for fun.  She also acts as Kylie’s bodyguard, protecting her from Dallin.

 


We are doing our best to do our own physical therapy on Kylie.  All of her joints are stiff, so we have stretches for her toes, ankles, knees, hips, elbows, and shoulders.  Man, does she hate her stretches!  She still has her splints for her hands, to help unclench her fists.  Next week we will finally get in to the physical therapist.  They will be able to make a long term plan, get better splints, etc.  We had thought we would get home health to come do PT with her, but that is not the case.  There is a place not too far from home though, in Missouri City, that we’ll go to.  I say we, but Amy will do most of it.  I’ll go every once in a while, but she’ll do the heavy lifting.

 


As I said before, feeding Kylie through a tube is kind of weird.  It is getting less so, and we’ve even found a silver lining.  We set up her feeding pump at night, and it slowly feeds her all night long so we can sleep.  Kylie is a great sleeper, probably because she doesn’t get hungry.  Five hours is the worst night we’ve had yet, which is amazingly good for a 2 month old.  We wake up more than that though, since she’s in our bedroom.  I never have liked having babies in our bedroom.  They grunt, squeak, and make noises in their sleep.  Mommy insists, so that is how it will be… for now.

 

Due to the fact that Kylie doesn’t swallow properly, she can’t eat normally.  This also creates other problems.  She can’t even handle the normal secretions in her throat very well.  She is always coughing because of the liquid in her chest and throat—the normal stuff you and I never even notice.  (See: grunting comment above.)  Because of this, our doctor has urged us to be cautious with her.  They always say to be careful with a newborn around kids and people, to keep them from catching germs.  We need to be extra careful (translation: actually follow the doctors orders for once) because when she gets sick it will be extra bad.  If she has trouble with normal saliva, imagine when she gets a cold.

All in all life is finally starting to settle in.  We are slowly beginning to seeing the glimpses of a new normal.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Chapter Two

Well, Kylie came home on Monday, but we’ve not posted anything until today.  This should sum up how crazy things have been for us.  Everything is going fine, but it is sure an adjustment having three kids!  Forget Kylie’s problems and needs, just having a third kid is a big deal.  Not much spare time to write once everything gets taken care of.

 

It is sure nice to have Kylie home!  We haven’t been inside a hospital for nearly a week, and man does it feel great.  One of the best things was to give Kylie a bath so she doesn’t smell like hospital anymore. 

 

Dallin is completely infatuated with his new little sister.  Part of it might be because he heard about her for so long but never could meet her, but he wants to play with her 24/7.  He is learning to touch her softly and not pound, and Kylie is dealing with everything like a champ.  He really loves her, we’ll see him all the time laying on the floor next to her gently stroking her head with his hand.

 

Emily absolutely loves having a baby too.  She will sit for quite a while with Kylie on her lap, just enjoying her company.  Sometimes Kylie’s cry sounds almost like a laugh, and Emily will laugh along with her, thinking it is hilarious.  Both kids are pretty jealous of Mommy’s time that is no longer devoted to only them, but they’ll adjust.

 

We are learning a lot about Kylie.  She sleeps a lot, which is nice.  We haven’t mastered how to quiet her down quite yet, but we’ll get there.  Feeding her via her g-tube is something that takes getting used to, but we’re catching on.  Emily is too, but she still has to learn that babies don’t eat normal foods, just milk.  We were having ice cream one of the first nights Kylie was home, and she asked about giving some to Kylie.  I said no, that she couldn’t eat ice cream. She replied, “But Daddy, we can put it in the tube!”

 

For the next several weeks at least, Amy will take Kylie to the doctor weekly to be weighed.  A hassle, but they want to monitor her weight gain since it was not consistent in the hospital.  We will begin the process of physical therapy this week, finding out how often and where to take Kylie for care.  

We'll take some pictures of the kids here at home and post them later this week.  I was going to right now, and realized I only have video, no stills.  Onward to week two!

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

52 Days

52 has been a very meaningful number for me. When Kylie was only a few days old we met another mother in the NICU.  I asked her how long her son had been in the hospital.  She told me 52 days.  I was horrified.  Who could possibly last that long?  It had only been a couple of days and I was devastated by our circumstance.  I went home and cried at the thought, knowing full well that our baby would never have to stay that long.  I also knew that if she did, I certainly was not strong enough to go through it all.  I prayed for that poor mother and for the strength to last the few weeks that we would have to endure.  That number stayed in my head as a benchmark.  At least I knew we wouldn’t have to last 52 days.  

Yesterday, our sweet Kylie came home.  She and Dallin met.  Dallin is overjoyed and wants to spend all his time poking, pulling and pushing his new sister.  Emily has taken on the maternal role of telling Dallin what he can and cannot do and trying to provide for all of Kylie's needs.  David and I need a nap.  Anyway, we are thrilled that our whole family is finally together.  By the way, yesterday Kylie spent her 52nd and final day in the NICU. –Amy

Saturday, June 2, 2007

we're down to hours

Finally, our baby will be joining our family and Dallin will get to meet his little sister for the first time.  We finally took out and cleaned up the infant car seat (7+ weeks after her birth).  She had to pass the "car seat challenge" today.  Basically, they had her sit in her car seat for an hour and made sure her breathing and heart rate were not affected.  She passed with flying colors.  On Sunday we will go to the hospital to stay over night with Kylie.  On Monday they will let us bring her home.  We will go in the evening and stay in the Ronald McDonald House (http://www.mcdonalds.com/rmhc/index/support.html) with her overnight, so we can feed her and get used to her.  That way, if we have any questions or problems, the nurses are close by.  They will also brief us on lots of stuff about what her special needs are, etc.  It seems like it will be a good way to transition and hopefully not panic once we get home.  We’re ready to have her home, that’s for sure.