Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Holiday Videos
You may want to take some dramamine before watching as this one was directed and edited by Liana, who at three has much to learn about being a pain-in-the-ass. Well maybe not in that area but from taking a movie to content.
Gingerbread House Experiment
This is the first of two videos showing how well we work together as a family. My sister sent us this Gingerbread house to help us bond during Christmas. Please ignore the arguing and loud talk as just family "love" as we Germans and Latins tend to raise our voice when communicating from the heart.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Amanda Alexandra and Liana
Friday, March 13, 2009
Gold at the end ...
Our adventure began 77 days ago, on Christmas Eve. Not knowing when it would end was the hardest part. Not that there is "and ending" but for us being together at home was our goal. All 4 girls in one room, arguing, yelling, crying, interacting. I used a lot of humor to disguise and help us get through some tough moments, worries, and aggravations. At times the little things seemed big, and the big things seemed insurmountable. What I can say is that we have a great community of family and friends who help us when we are down and pick us up when we fall. I THANK YOU ALL FOR THAT. Just being able to write this now is proof. As Becky takes Amanda to school, Jeanette and Amanda are sleeping and Alexandra is trying to sleep (she grunts a lot).
Our departure had a lot of meaning as we were able to get a high school friend of Jeanette's as Alexandra's last nurse. We also were able to see our neighbor in the NICU, her son leave on the same day. Both of us arrived at the NICU in December and we were all leaving together. But our hearts were also sad as another baby, born a day later than Alexandra but on her 24th week of labor was still at the hospital. I could see the happiness in the mother's eye's and sadness watching us leave but knowing her daughter couldn't and unsure when.
Life is fragile. Don't forget that.
Small life is precious. Don't forget that.
Hard times make us stronger but seem to take forever to pass.
Tears remind us of the struggles that make the gold at the end of the rainbow feasible. I never believed in that saying until now. The gold is what we make it.
Our gold, my gold was seeing Liana with her little sister in her arms. It was precious. I thank all of you reading this for your prayers and support.
Thanks for reading and sharing in our journey!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Our Final Exam
Our final exam prior to release is to spend the night with Alexandra in a room near the NICU and perform all of the duties as if we were at home. Not too difficult one may think. Neither of us were worried as we have done most of everything needed except give her medicine at specific intervals. We had a class earlier on Tuesday, when I had to leave work at 2 and race to the hospital to meet with the pharmacist, who explained all 5 medicines, when and how to give them. Which after a couple becomes overwhelming. 3 are given in the morning once a day. The other two are more complicated. One 30 minutes prior to a feeding and the other after a feeding. So we have a plan to create a matrix of when and how for each. All seems well.
Now we arrived with an hour before the midnight feeding. Our room was small, a typical hospital room just on the outer door of the NICU ward. All started well during the first feeding, until I had to add our portable monitor to Alexandra (on top of the hospital monitoring). Doing so allows us to learn and see if all is well. All you have to do is place the velcro strap under her arms and put the white lead under the right arm pit, equal to a nipple. Then the black lead under the left arm pit with the same distances. Ali had other intentions. She was grunting and getting pissed since she was naked, cold and hungry. It was like trying to put a rubber on a worm. OK, maybe I don't know what that's like but the kid was squirming, not allowing me to get the velcro strap in place. So we did our best and kick started the machine.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"HOLY SHIT TURN THAT THING OFF!"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"WHAT?!"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
OK, remember off = EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPress button 1, hold EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
hold button one, press button 2 BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
OK, SHIT,
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
PRESS and hold button one, then press button 2.
AHHHH
Silence.
Well almost, Alexandra was crying, floping like a fish out of water. The hospital monitor is ringing and flashing like popcorn on the screen. Hmmm, something wasn't right. Maybe the leads are not on properly. Yeah. Put that test on hold for now, until the headache and ear pain subside.
Alexandra ate like a champ then. 10 minutes later she finished the bottle and not a drop spilled. Must have been the adrenaline rush from the comotion. Just when 1 o'clock rolled around things started to get pretty hairy. Looking back I felt like a science experiment more so than Alexandra. Almost like the movie SAW, where someone had a plan to fuck with us as they could observe everything and change the conditions as needed:
Doctor 1: "Ahh, they are comfortable, put the air down to 70."
Doctor 2: "Ohh, good one. Wait until they both try to sleep on that little tiny bed together."
Nurse 1: "Sleep, you think those idiots are going to sleep. Huh, you two must not have kids."
Doctor 3: "Dis iz a test to zee if dey are able tu cope wid da stressss."
Nurse 1: "Lets fuck with the TV volume. Up, down, mute HIGH, more HIGH."
Doctor 1: "Yeah, look at the sleeping baby stir. Oh good that started an argument as usual."
Doctor 3: "Zumthin about TeeVee and Americuns. Got to hav it on. HAHAHAHAHAH. Little do dey know, it sucks and da volume neva stayz level."
Nurse 2: "Dat dusnt matta. They fools will keep da dam boob toob on all night anyhowz."
ALL: "AHHHH HAA HAAAAA"
And so we were tested as the temperature kept going down all night in the room. I love it cold. 65 degrees, no problem. Well shit the temp was so cold my hands were cold. Every time we touch Alexandra, she gave us a look like "Dam your hands are cold"
Doctor 1: "Now they will spend an hour of their sleep time looking for the thermostat. Goood. Gooood, no not there, or there, or their. Hey, look the bastard is checking behind the toilet. "
ALL: "AHHH HA HA HAAAAA. That's a new one!"
Doctor 3: "Zeems dey alwayz take more time trying to ged comfour tab bull."
Nurse 2: "No shit, dey think dis is a Holidayz inn. See dey evun axed us fu ma towelz."
ALL: "AH HA HAAA HAAA, like they can take a shower!"
One the second feeding, we were both tired, but awake. No thermostat could be found. None of the nurses knew a thing on how to control the temperature.
Nurse 2: "Lookz, dey tawking to da fifth girl dis howa. Damm if wonna doz bitches sayz anything Im ma gunna twist der tits off."
Nurse 1: "Don't worry, we removed the thermostat. It has one temperature. On, full fucking cold"
ALL: "AH HA HAAAAAA! Its like the desert. No one expects snow in the desert. HA HA HAHAHAHA"
The 3 am feeding was a bit harder. Jeanette was exhausted, cold and unable to pump milk to her satisfaction. So I took the feeding and I was able to reposition the leads for our monitor. Then came the fun part. I turned on the machine with a wince ....
nothing
not
a
sound
Hmm, was it on? YUP, working well.
That was a relief. Even Alexandra was not too upset with process. Not until I had to give her the medicine. Opened a check, squirted the liquid in.
"WAAA" The sound of why the hell did you surprise me with that shit."
Doctor 2: "Hmm, medicine and portable monitor both on, gotta mark those boxes off."
Nurse 2: "Damz dem"
We had to double wrap Alexandra and then cover her with two more blankets. Her temperature was going down each feeding. I think I got about an hour or less of sleep, sometime during the 3 to 4 am time. Then the 6 am feeding came. More medicines. Three at once.
Now, medicine A and B can go in with a squirt of milk.
No. Is that medicine C and A with milk and B before.
No. Crap, heart beat, breath in ... out. All functions getting harder. Cloudy.
Now back to the medicine puzzle.
Why couldn't this shit be like Tetris. I could play that all night, all day without error.
OK, medicine A and B in milk, then medicine C afterwards.
Ok, why did A+B turn the milk black.
Doctor 2: "Look, medicine time. Ahh. This is when they look puzzled and have issues. No sleep, but need to think."
Nurse 2: "Yep fool, da milk iza black az night. Drink dat bitch."
Doctor 1: "Maybe the child will spit it up ..."
Nurse 1: "Look at that, he only put a little milk in it. And she's drinking it before she can taste the vile substance."
Nurse 2: "Na UHH, da bitch did dunt. NAH UH, no wayz. Crap!"
Doctor 3: "Yezzz, marks thatdwon az well. All medz taken."
ALL: "Crap .... Heh, turn the temperature down."
Doctor 1: "Can't its already at 58"
So I shuddered under my poncho liner. The one thing I stole from the Marine Corps when I left. It is used to go under a poncho for cold weather rain, but we improvise and use it in the sleeping bags. In the desert the nights are usually in the 30's or lower, so having a layer take up space helps. And it's thermal, strong, but light. Very durable. Washed it more than anything I have ever owned and it's still in perfect condition. I layed on my 12 inches of space and Jeanette had the rest, at least 18 inches to move. At the 7am time, we pushed Ali on the new nurse, to get her the hell out. I would hate to see her get sick from that cold place. Even the nurses told us that it was the coldest ever.
Nurse 1: "Hey, look, he is putting a card in the suggestion box."
Doctor 1: "Hurry zoom in, see what it says."
Nurse 2: "Hmmmm .... Datz funny. Heza righten likz we redz da damm cardz."
Doctor 2: "Sooo, what does it say?"
Nurse 2: "Itza toooo fuckin cold. Putz in a therma, thermza, therda. A dam controlz."
ALL: "Ah HA HAHHAHAHAHAH."
Doctor 3: "Hmm. Deyz dunn all the things needed. Looks like a pasz."
Nurse 2: "Bitches."
Nurse 1: "Lets go eat breakfast and go home."
Doctor 1: "Yeah, we better get home and rest, we have another couple, but first Time parents."
Doctor 3: "Ahh, fresh meat ... mwa hahahahaha"
Nurse 2: "Heyz, Ima gunna putz dat fake temp cuntrol inz latta."
ALL: "AHAHAHAHAHA...yeah that will make things fun..."
Then on my way out to the car. I had a funny feeling. One where you think "Did I, or didn't I". Dam, did I put my name on that test?
Well we must have. Alexandra was released as of 5pm but we had to fly like Superman with two kids before 6 or then after 8pm. So I opted my own rules. We will come and get her on Thursday morning. When we could get a good, or even some sleep.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Once in a Blue Moon
The Ides of March is approaching this Sunday. It use to mean for me: that's the day Julius Caesar was assassinated, but now it's just Jeanette's birthday. I foresee a day at home, basking in the sun, hearing feint noises of children playing outside ... since I will be on the sofa with half a bottle of scotch consumed trying to dull the noises of the kids and the monitor alarm going off ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Monday, March 9, 2009
It's only an hour
Alexandra was the first to feel the wrath of the time change demons as she was slowly (in 6 hours) pushed ahead to a new feeding and living time frame. I raced to the hospital just after Jeanette and Amanda went at the 6pm feeding, which didn't end until 7pm. When I arrived she was sleeping soundly. I had to wake her up with a thermometer in her arm pit and then change her diaper. This video shows you how good she was sleeping:
During the whole time she kept giving me this look like: "Oh crap not again. I was just cozy sleeping and you are going to start making me do something."
Every time I poked, moved, or altered her body she started to make the grumpy noise. Almost a growl-like sound that gurgles when a large dog growls at another when they are sniffing around their food bowl. When I started to feed her she didn't appear to enthusiastic. So after half of her bottle was finished (25ml of the 50ml) she had the look and sound that she wanted no more. And that was the case. I had to burp her for a couple minutes after every swallow or so of milk. It was as if I topped off a gas tank and I was trying to get in another gallon despite the tank not letting me fill more than a drop at a time. She was done when the bottle was near gone. She would lay on my back and held to me tightly as if she just finished swimming for hours and she was exhausted.
Then came the eye stare. Alexandra has a process when I let her sleep on my shoulder that she wants to see who is holding her. So she tries to keep her head in the air and moves it to see me. Kinda like a turtle coming out of the shell. She will do so until either A: she moves so much she will fall off the shoulder or B: I take her off the shoulder so she can look me in the eyes. Once I do so she will then stare at me without blinking for minutes.
"Ahh, so your the asshole that keeps pouring milk into my tummy when I had enough huh."
Ok, maybe those aren't her thoughts but I can see something brewing when she does the gaze. At the end of Sunday evening she weighs 5 pounds, 4 ounces.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Interrogating Alexandra
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Taming of the Shrew
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The Most Annoying Sound
Now one of the most annoying noises besides a dozen Cubans in the room talking like they are on the phone trying to get their point across with hands flailing, sounds escalating, sentences roaring like belt fed machine guns, is the sound of the Apnea monitor alarm. We received training on the machine that will be attached to Alexandra most of the time when she is released. Like the picture on the left the sensors are attached below the arm with a Velcro strap that wraps around the chest. The strap is soft and comfortable and the leads are pretty small. The machine however is very loud. So loud you can land an airplane by just the volume level while flying at 15,000 feet. So loud you don't need to perform CPR on her if she does stop breathing. So loud I would rather run into Lake Michigan on a winter windy day naked than hear this noise while sleeping. I will gladly record the noise and show you what Amanda and Liana think of the noise. Maybe, just maybe we will use it to deter telemarketers ...
The actual monitor is pretty small, no larger than a dsl modem. The lights are simple and the funtionality isn't complicated. The data gets downloaded of the system hard drive to a computer and then sent to the cardiologist. It however needs to be on Alexandra most of the time, while in transit, anywhere anytime she is not being watched like a hawk. So we may just pay Liana in chocolate to watch her breath instead of the monitor. Not sure what gutteral noise that will emit from her mouth as a warning but I doubt it will get as loud as this machine.
Monday, March 2, 2009
The End is Near ...
This weekend we started prepping her for extraction. Alexandra failed her first car seat test on Friday. She had to sit for an hour without any breathing issues. She had the Liana "I want movie" syndrome. That is whenever we get in a car seat/van Liana expects a movie to play. Which we always say "NO! That feature is reserved for flights over an hour in length." Didn't you hate that excuse on planes? The second test came on Sunday morning around 5 am, when she was too tired to worry about the car seat, movie and popcorn. Alexandra actually did pass without any issues. The alternative to not passing is purchasing a car seat that is horizontal in the sleeping position, so we can feed her grapes as she is driven around town.
So far Ali is doing as expected at just over 5 pounds, taking all 8 feedings by bottle (notice no tube in nose) and limited to no breathing abnormalities. Now all we need is to get trained on the sleeping apnea monitoring equipment we will be using at home and then get her prescriptions filled and have the doctors train us when and how to:
- Give her the opium for life out of the NICU, the morphine to less the pain from her bleeding ears from the nearby sibling ruckus
- How to actually inhale the marijuana (getting the Bill Clinton book) to deal with the visitors and help her build up an appetite
- Finally the daily caffeine injections to keep her awake and stimulated. But I heard that Cuban Coffee is a safer, easier alternative. She will just have to fight Liana on who gets it first.
When I get the time I will orginze this bubblr presentation below with two postings for Alexandra and the other for our Sunday picnic with the Familia group.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Two Months-A-Versary
- The Upper GI test turned out negative. No signs of issues or concerns. Alexandra is growing well but she is under developed or developing slower that we would like but not abnormally. In english, she may be a few weeks behind with her digestive system than a baby born at the same time span but all is working well.
- She should be home in April. The doctor wants to release her when she is totally off all medications and feeding perfectly. But that doesn't happen in America, since the insurance companies demand independence earlier. So she will be at the hospital until the doctor's feel we can handle any conditions she may have. Such as a monitor during her sleep hours to ensure she breaths normally and consistantly.
- They removed her feeding tube today. All feed will be done by bottle. That is a huge step but she may not gain weight as fast now since she has to excert more energy per feeding.
- All contact by HUMANS OTHER THAN Jeanette, Richard, Amanda and Liana is FORBIDDEN! The doctors clearly stated that no one but us four should be touching, holding, kissing, or getting too close to her. Amanda and Liana will do so sparingly. Once she goes home this will be hard for many to swallow. That includes family members not listed. The doctors explained that germs (especially lips kissing baby) can cause her a lot of harm and undue stress, fighting bacteria her body may not be able to cope with. More details on this one later ... no need to start whipping the horse when we don't have the cargo or wagon hitched!
- She started to receive her vacinations today. Another step toward going home.
- More news to come after I visit her later tonight.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Robo kid
Where my time goes
Monday, February 23, 2009
What the ...
The Sunday Dance
Amanda's Cupcake group (or is it Brownie?) had a jamboree with other local troops (or is it squads?). Each troop had a country to represent and then perform a skit, dance, story or something to represent the country. Amanda's troop had Scotland. I suggested a nice 15 year old scotch sampling for the table but they selected the safer cookie and dance routine. Below is a quick video of their dance which they had maybe an hour or two practice beforehand.
Sunday Feedings
Our Sunday after mass was spent at the Brownie (or is it Cookie?) event. Then we shipped Jeanette to the hospital for the 5:30 feeding of Alexandra and then I raced to the 8:30 feeding.
Weekend Frustration
This weekend lead to a new level of frustration. Alexandra has been having issues during some of her feedings, not being able to keep all of her milk down. At times she seems to have some of it come back up during any of the three different methods (breast, tube or bottle). On Friday we were told a pH test was to be given. Which is a swab, down her throat to test and see if she what the acid level is down the throat. If high, that indicates reflux or stomach acid coming up. When I heard this news I immediately thought it would be high, due to the fact of a tube down her throat for the tube feeding, which could or does irritate the throat passage. Let’s keep in mind it has been there for almost two months. In my mind I felt it would give a false positive, but I assumed the doctors already took that into account when they order the test. On Saturday we found out the test was cancelled. After more digging, cancelled due to the fact that the test cannot be done while a tube feeding is in place. NO SHIT.
Now an Upper GI has been ordered for today. This will reveal or give a better understanding if something wrong is happening with the digestion of her food and passageway. In my mind I feel her digestion isn’t the issue but the timing of the feedings. Every 3 hours, no matter what.
"Are you sleeping? Hmm, well let me wake you and shove this 38, or wait
43 ml of milk down you, give you 30 minutes to binge. Oh is that spit up? Here
let me shake you so we can cram the last little bit down you. Are you cranky? Is
that gas, hold on let me shove more down your throat, just a little more, hold
on bitch, quite squirming you have another feeding in an hour…"
Hospitals don’t take into account the baby's timing just the timing. Some kids may need more frequent feedings. In my mind Alexandra needs maybe 6 feedings of slightly more but a longer in-between time to digest and sleep. She gets, maybe 60-90 minutes of sleep before she is fed each time, each and every day. So I need to talk to the doctor and ask questions, and insert my opinion instead of letting the system dictate and then create issues instead of fixing issues. I am tired of “When is she coming out question” when I have no clue on what is going wrong, why is it taking so long, and when are there any signs of improvement.
On the positive side, she did great me last night with a small but deadly fart while I was changing her. For a minute I thought Liana was in the room. DAM that stunk!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Operation Escape Codename: Zero Two Nineteen
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Drink, Drink, DRINK!
More news to come. I will be heading to the hospital to shove the 5:30 feeding down her throat. Lets see how it goes.
Here are some past pictures of Amanda and Liana when they were Alexandra's age:
Amanda
Liana
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Two hours is never enough ...
Our Visit to see Alexandra was a typical two hour session. This time my aunt Carol and my cousin's wife Thai stopped in for a visit. We found the NICU more than busy as ever child had at least a parent or two visiting. The room on the 3rd floor is much smaller, almost like a closet, holding 8 or 10 babies. One baby that was born a day or so after Alexandra graduated to the same floor and is behind her. He weighs just over 5 pounds and started at 2 pounds just like Ali. She now weighs 4 pounds 4 ounces. The next question is "When will she come out?" I have no exact answer on that one. I think we have to meet 2 or more of the following:
- When she drinks all her milk from all 8 feedings from a bottle with no issues
- When she can sit in a car seat for an hour
- When she craps on one of the doctors
- When she cries for more attention and the nurses go crazy
- When the moon turns blue and a cow jumps nearby
- When the insurance finally gets their act together and starts paying the bills without stupid questions holding up claims