3 Week Update!

Miss Princess Kara is 3 weeks old TODAY! I can't believe it's been 3 whole weeks. I said to my wonderful mother yesterday that I constantly re-live my water breaking experiance. It was so funny and it's something I really don't want to forget. I want to remember every waking day with Kara and especially how she came into this world.

Things are coming along great. My emotions have for the most part seized. Even though I often get teary eyed when I think about going back to work, but hopefully we have FOUND...yes FOUND a babysitter who Tim and I can trust (I trust her enough to do my hair...yes she is my hairdresser). I was asking my friend and hairdresser Kim if she knew anybody, because she knows a lot of people who babysat and that is great. She started asking me all the particulars like when and what times and how much, etc. and I kind of got the hint that she may be thinking about doing it when she was asking these questions but I didn't get my hopes up, but sure enough she said..."well, what about me, I've been looking for a day job" I lit right up and it made my day...I was so excited. I told her that I would talk it over with Tim and the price with Tim and get back to her. I'm pretty sure we are going with her but just have to finalize some budget things....you know me and my budgeting!!! She's great...no pets, non-smoker, drinker, but weekends only..hehe! She has an 8 year old thats in Brandon's class too, so that's great!

Kara, on the other hand, is WONDERFUL as well. We are still dealing with her breathing issues, but hopefully she has grown out of it and everything is fine. We switched her formula to AR (added rice) from the lipil stuff...it's all nasty to me, the names don't phase me. It seems to be helping her gagging, she's not doing it as much, but still is. Her zantac is going well, she's a trooper. I licked some off my finger last night and thought I would die...that stuff is gross! She seems to take it without it bothering her. We go back to the pediatrician on the 28th, so hopefully she won't have to re-new her perscription.

We ventured along Interstate 81 on Tuesday last week to visit the specialist in Syracuse at St. Joseph's Hospital. My opinion he's kind of arrogant, but my mom and Tim thought otherwise, so I went with the flow. I had a lump in my throat the whole time, I wanted to burst into tears pretty much the whole time he was in the room with us. He explained a lot of things (pretty much like we were stupid first-time parents, until Tim started in with his medical lingo and showed the doctor that we weren't just any joe schmo's from off the street) about what is going on and what to expect and what not to expect in newborns. Apparently this is all normal to him, but they were ordering what they call a 3 channel test. The test will be exactly the same one she is on now (the one for her breathing and heartrate) but will add another wire and measure the oxygen in her blood (pulse oximeter)....great...another test...o and it's for 48 hours...2 whole days...what about walmart? Marra's Homecare came on Friday and hooked the test up and by Friday night, I was ripping wires off left and right and was going to throw the machine out the window. Around 430 (about 9 hours into the test) we saw that her heartrate even when she slept was going into the 200's and her pulse ox would drop in the 80's, and it went on for about a half hour...so the nurotic mother I am...called the pediatrician, who told us to call our Syracuse doctor who obviously was out of the office at 430 on a Friday afternoon, so here, please press 1 for the on-call....the on-call was busy press 1 for the St. Joe's NICU Floor, "hi, I'm an RN what's going on...o...let me have you talk to the NICU Charge Nurse....o...well if she's not changing colors, I would give it until tomorrow and call your pediatrician, sounds like it's not an apnea problem. EXCUSE ME...TOMORROW...yes our pediatrician is open on Saturday's but...hello...tomorrow? Well, we delt with this all night, of course I was not in any mood Friday night, but a mood to hold her and watch her and worry. Friday night had to have been the worst night I have ever had with my daughter. Alarms going off all night, her crying, me crying, Tim crying because I'm crying and frustrated...OUT CAME THE WIRES...F$%K this. I am calling Dr. Victoria first thing this morning. Saturday morning came...ring ring to the pediatrican, let me have you talk to the nurse...hello hunny, what's going on...what's going on...well let me tell you! She says well it's definitley not normal, let me talk to the doctor and I'll call you back...3 hours later I call her back...well did you talk to him? nope, but I will....ugh....she calls me back and says I need to call Syracuse and get ahold of him...I explained how I did and what they told me and she says DO IT AGAIN....syracuse...ring ring press 1 for...press 2 to page...well we will page this time!!!!!! paged...waited...waited....waited...we called again press 1 for....press to 2 page...ONE....leave a message and someone will call you back....message left...waited....waited...waited...Dr. Victoria I'm calling you back....I finally broke down to the nurse and she cried with me...hunny it's ok....we are here for you...how bout you call Marra's and see what they think....well Marra's got a hold of Dr. Constentine in Syracuse and he said to turn the alrams off! WHAT THE HELL...just turn the alarms off? Ok...whatever...so they pay some nice gentleman $20/hour to come to my house for 2 minutes to use my screwdriver and turn the alarm off on the monitor...OK PEOPLE I'M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE. We hook her up at bedtime and we drift off to sleep...5 minutes later...BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP.....I looked at Tim and shook my head...yeah...no one turned nothing off! Daddy got pissed this time and yanked wires out and said enough is enough.

Needless to say the Respiatory Therapist we have been dealing with since the hospital came out today to pick up the monitor and heard the whole weekend story and said he really didn't blame us for what we did, but we should know that Dr. Constentine is not one of their favorite people and he will be mad at what we did. I looked at Chris the nice man and said...well hunny, if he takes it out on you, you be sure to give him my number, here's my cell number and here's Tim's pager also...tell him to call, I will be HAPPY to talk to him. Chris, also has a baby he's 4 mos old who is dealing with this too, he said he found a doctor in Rochester he likes. He was going to go back and download the chip from the monitor and call us if it shows anything...it's been almost 2 hours so hopefully no news is good news.

I'm a little out of order on my events, but you people get the issue.

Well, my spoiled rotten princess is fussing because he is having a little floor time and mommy isn't holding her, so I guess it's time to wrap up and smooch my baby girl.

xxoo to all

p.s. her fussy-ness couldn't be from spending the night with mommy and daddy at Grammie's and being kissed and snuggled and held by Grammie and Grampie the whole time we were there?! could it?