Thanks for coming back to read part 3 of our gastroschisis journey!
In my last post I wrote about how I was finally able to hold Deckard once he was two days old. You always read about how babies start to thrive when they are able to do skin to skin with mom or dad and I feel without a doubt that kick started Deckard’s healing.
On day three the doctors and nurses noticed how all the IV’s were going bad really quickly so they decided to put in a central line called a PICC line. This meant no more trying to find good veins to poke, and a direct line for all of his medications and IV fluids. I was grateful they were no longer going to poke him everyday to find a new “good” vein but watching the doctors perform the procedure was terrifying.
When you’re baby is in the NICU everything looks so scary. Putting the PICC line in is considered a sterile procedure. So all the doctors and nurses were done up in all their gear looking like they’re about to head into a surgery!
In total it took about 20-30 minutes for the PICC line to be placed, and for them to take an x-ray to make sure the line wasn’t too far in.
Things pretty much stayed the same for the next two days.
On day 5 we figured Deckard was doing well enough and didn’t look so scary that it was time for Jaxon to meet his little brother.
I made a point to talk to Jaxon about Deckard a lot while I was pregnant and why my belly was so big.
When we brought him into the room I said “Look that’s Deckard” and he immediately recognized what I was saying. As soon as he was close enough he tried giving his little brother kisses through his isolette. My heart could’ve burst!
We let him touch his hand and the look on his face was priceless. In that moment Deckard wasn’t just our second baby, in that moment he became Jaxon’s little brother. That is a moment I will never forget.
As the days went on after this we would bring Jaxon to see his brother as much as possible. But with living over an hour away it was a little difficult.
I remember crying to my mom on our walk to lunch. What did this mean? Was part of his bowel dead? Was there a blockage preventing him from pooping? Would he need ANOTHER surgery?! All of these questions were rushing through my mind and I was so scared.
The LAST thing I wanted was another surgery for him. I was almost broken. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done without my mom by my side. She was so comforting and I knew we would get through anything. We prayed on our walk to lunch and God answered our prayer!
As I walked back into his room in the NICU our favorite nurse David said “Look! He pooped!” And it was a real baby poop! The gross black tar like stuff babies usually poop at just a few hours old. It may seem gross or insignificant to those who have had healthy babies but him pooping was almost the most amazing moment during his whole NICU stay. It may seem weird but the fact that David saved his first poop diaper to show me meant the world to me!
The next big milestone would be getting Deckard to take a bottle. I could not have been more anxious for that moment. But it was so close, I could feel it!!
During our time in the NICU I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly blessed. This may seem odd to some of you. Why would I feel blessed with everything my baby is having to go through? I grew up going to church with my mom and had always heard stories of people feeling Gods presence during hard times, but I have never experienced it. Until now. There was a calm I could feel. Which most of the time was my mom comforting me, but I just knew that he was going to be okay. God was telling me everything would be okay… and so far, it was.
Thanks so much for reading.