Day #23 The rollercoaster ups and downs of the NICU

This morning was so emotional for me. The news of starting Trey on antibiotics for the MRSA and a blood infusion for anemia had my mind reeling for the better part of the day. I felt like the air had been let out of my sails. When I arrived at the hospital and saw they once again had my baby hooked up to and IV I thought. Great the roller coaster had begun and here is our first drop. I quickly tried to find the positive side. Okay, lets see...he is getting IV antibiotics, but it is pre-emptive. He is currently asymptomatic. The meds are preventing any(if any) infections and they are treating the MRSA. Alright, the blood...he is getting blood but it will make him feel much better. I know how much better I felt after I received my infusion when I was in the hospital plus usually getting blood will help stop the bradies he had been getting. His color had already improved just 30 minutes into the infusion. I knew from this morning that it was going to be a long day for me and at 6:30pm after 4 hours just staring at him I drove home hoping that I would be able to relax.To no surprise by 10am I needed to see him again. Chris knew that I just needed to see him and told me to be careful and off I went. I imagined what I would see when I arrived tonight driving back to the NICU for the second time today.

I walked through the NICU doors and Tracy one of my favorite nurses saw me. She said she had a surprise for me and I followed her. Cautiously, I rounded the door to D pod and to my gleeful surprise Trey was out of the isolett and in a bed. I screamed and hugged the air right out of her and ran to my little monkey. I picked up my phone and called Chris to share the happy news.

The nurses and doctors weren't kidding when they told me the NICU a roller coaster from day to day and minute to minute. Today I dropped as far as I thought I could and then jumped higher then I imagined. Now, I am aware that if his temperature cools down he might go back into the isolett but right now, watching him sleep looking more like a healthy baby then a museum piece behind glass...this moment is...well...To be honest I even have words for it. All I really can say is thank you God for answering my quite prayer I had said only hours before while holding my son's hand.

Tomorrow, I get to bring him some clothes to wear and I can't wait for Chris and I to dress our son for the first time.