Bringing him over to me, the nurse casually informed us of the NICU nurse lurking in the hallway due to FG's low blood sugar levels of 34 mg/dL. Having talked with our nurse earlier in the evening about our intent to correct his hypoglycemia ourselves with nutramigen upon birth, she bought us some time as HB held our newborn skin-to-skin on his chest and dripped the formula drop by drop into the baby's mouth.
Requiring that FG's blood sugar above 50 mg/dL in order to prevent his admission to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, it was half an hour later that we anxiously watched the nurse prick his heel and apply his blood to the glucose strip. Feeling like the resulting two seconds of processing was closer to two hours, there was a collective sigh of relief when the number 51 finally appeared upon the screen. Happily dismissing the NICU nurse to return to her other charges, the labor and delivery team put our paperwork together and transferred our care to the maternity ward where we were generally left in peace by the staff given our "veteran" parent status.
Spending the following 24 hours going through the typical newborn routine, he received his first round of vaccinations, his hearing exam (which, unfortunately, he failed), bilirubin checks (slightly elevated) and his first pediatrician visit. The pediatrician indicated some concern over his red color (likely a result of elevated hemoglobin levels) and his hips clicking (likely caused by his position while in utero), but indicated that the various abnormal results could be resolved with time or on an out-patient basis. Otherwise granting a clean bill of health, the doctors found FG fit enough to earn us a discharged ticket home.
Now that we're here... life with three kids will certainly take some time for us to get accustomed. Upon walking in the door and introducing the baby to big brother GW and big sister GV, we found ourselves swimming in the deep end as FG promptly peed on the couch mid-diaper change as GV went into a full-on overtired two year old tantrum and GW raced about the house showing off his latest drawings and demonstrating his race car speed for his new brother (it was only on lap number three that he slipped on the hardwood in his socks and began to cry after careening into a cabinet). I think things will be just fine when we develop our new rhythm, but for the mean time, I'm going to let the contentment of my post-delivery glow and a touch of mommy-brain carry me through.
|Happy, happy, happy Mama!|