I’m tired. As you might expect at 3am with maybe an hour of sleep. Not Emma! She has been sleeping since about 9pm which is great. She has lots of wires and monitors on so I am very thankful she is swaddled! She does awaken every now and then or give out a cry but she requires little attention.
On the other hand, every 3 hours (3am being the latest) I need to get milk out, hang it in a bag and connect it to the g-tube. A process that takes no more than 10 minutes. However, after the feed goes in Emma will poop and as she has bad diaper rash, I am waiting for that so I can change her right away (I will hear it!!).
Then I need to connect another empty tube for a couple minutes to let any gas out, since she can no longer burp. I can leave that venting until the next feed.
In the meantime I find myself in the bathroom (there are cameras in the bedroom filming her) expressing milk. As I sit there I start to ask myself, well no, ask God how am I going to do this. Most mothers are thrown in at the deep end two days or less after delivery and they just seem to swim – giving on demand feeds, getting no sleep etc.
Here I am in a similar situation, facing bringing my baby home, but with a man-made schedule and specific list of instructions. When we first turned in for the night tonight all I could do was listen to her breathing, which I have not done closely before. No monitor to watch (though thankful someone is in a nearby room doing just that!).
The thoughts I’m sure you can imagine, after the past couple of months – can I hear secretion build up? Did she just stop breathing for a second? Is her airway blocked? No-one to ask.
So this is more a prayer that I am sharing with you. I have come through more than I (and anyone else) thought I could ever handle, with [a smidgen of] my sanity. Therefore it must be possible that we can bring Emma home and take care of her as she needs. It won’t be easy at first, and I may be zombie-like for a while, but it will work out.
How do I know? Because God has been with us, carrying us through til now, and I believe he will continue to do so. If, like me, you’ve come to the end of your own strength and been able to keep going you know that God is real and he is our very present help in times of trial.
And on that note, I hear the call to change a diaper!