Here's a typical post I might write about our experience so far in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU):
Evan is progressing, even if it's slow and some days are a step back. When he was first born he only ate for about 5 minutes before falling asleep but now he usually lasts about 15 minutes. His record was 25 minutes--what a champ! The nurses are so encouraging with each feeding and they give us hope that some day we'll go home and forget this whole experience. Sometimes its annoying when the other babies in Evan's room are crying and he's trying to sleep but it's also nice to share a room with other parents who can relate with my experience. All of our babies have their own challenges and we all work together to stay positive. I think Evan has the most doctor visits. He is followed by urology, neurology, neurosurgery, neonatology, cardiology, othopediatry, occupational therapy, physical therapy...
and yet the only reason we're staying in the NICU is because he won't eat on his own.
Here's how I really feel about the NICU right now:
It really stinks to be a brand new mother who is away from her husband while trying to raise her child under the control of demanding doctors and nurses. I wish I could hold my son without fear of pulling off the wire monitors he's connected to. I feel badly when Evan is subjected to seemingly constant pushing and rubbing and blood draws. I cried the first time I had to change the dressing on his back because the tape was pulling his sensitive skin and he was squirming, kicking, and crying. It pains me to leave Evan at night, especially when he's laying in bed with his eyes wide open. I don't trust all of the nurses here. I wish I had control of my son's care. I don't always have a positive attitude about my trials. Right now I just wanna go home.