Intussusception

The ordeal began like any other morning. Faith wakes up at 5:30 or so, I pretend not to hear, she falls back to sleep. Faith wakes up at 6ish, I pretend not to hear, and Nicole gets up to get stuff prepared to feed/pump (see My New Breast Friend) and I eventually roll out of bed to feed Faith, before I lay her back down and get ready for the day. Not this past Monday, though.

This Monday, Faith decided she wasn't too hungry. Normally, I (in a drowsy state) persist, and she gets into the groove, finishing the bottle. Monday? She fought it off. I could tell she didn't want to eat it at all because I told Nicole, "She doesn't want to eat it at all." I know. Get on with it. So, after only 2 ounces, I brought her downstairs so I could continue to see if she would take any more of the bottle. She took maybe a half ounce, so I tried to burp her. She proceeded to projectile (guys, it's kind of amazing; girls, you wouldn't think so) over my shoulder. I yelled for Nicole, and Faith vomited on me more. This wasn't normal spit-up. Mucus was in it. So we called the doc. Nic was going to bring her in, and because she didn't have a fever, I decided to go into work. 

From here, my details are different. But here is what Nicole has told me (and a few others) since. Nicole was going to take Faith into the ER because she became lethargic (unresponsive). It was a scary deal. Faith has a very happy temperament, and can give a bright smile whenever coaxed. Not then. So on the way to the hospital, Nicole called her mom, and noticed that Faith was not even responding when she called her name again. She just looked weak. Because of the unresponsiveness, Nicole called 911. The medics came, they discussed what was wrong - one of the medics pointed out that she was stuffy. really? like we'd call 911 for a stuffy nose while on the interstate? - and eventually they were off to Children's Med Center in Omaha.

What I got was a phone call at about 9:15 while at school. Normally, I don't answer my phone at school, but I knew I should this time. It was Nicole, telling me she was in an ambulance on her way to Children's. I immediately got a teacher into my room, stopped in the office, and drove the fastest I could go; white-knuckling the whole time. Now, I didn't do anything illegal, but that's another story.

While in the ER, the doctors did a lot to Faith to determine why she would vomit and become lethargic, but have no fever. When the nurse and student nurse took off her diaper to insert a catheter (it's as bad as it sounds) they noticed bloody-mucus in the stool. Apparently it was an immediate tip-off to the nurse (Kyle - good guy) and he sent it to the attending. Within a few moments we were in an x-ray room, scanning Faith's abdomen. We got back to the ER room we were in, and the attending told us the possibilities, and that we also were supposed to do an ultrasound to verify. That's when we learned what Intussusception is.

The quick and dirty: Intussusception occurs when one portion of the bowel slides into the next, much like the pieces of a telescope. It usually occurs from ages 5-10 months in about 1 to 4 in 1000 infants (find out more from kidshealth.com here).

Worse-case scenario? Faith would need surgery, but that would fix the problem (the high-risks of infant surgery is why this was a last effort). Immediate treatment, though, was an air enema. Again, quick and dirty: stick in a hose with air, it "unfolds" the bowel, and done.

There is a 10% chance of recurrence for up to 48 hours after treatment.

Within an hour, Faith had another bloody stool, and the procedure was repeated. This time they used a dye, which would show any lesions in the bowel. We got to watch both procedures with a live x-ray, and I did my best to keep Nicole calm by pretending I knew what I was seeing. I was able to infer that if I didn't see dye outside of the thing that looked like a cross between a sausage and a balloon, then we'd be okay. We were okay. *Side-note: I have realized I'm very procedural when I write. Nicole would be telling you about the awesome x-ray tech that did the procedure and how she answered every question we asked, and was wonderfully nice and seemed very caring... but, back to procedure.* We were okay.

The attending in the ER determined that we should be okay at this point, but because we've already had one recurrence (which turns out might not have been one at all, but just some bloody stool) that we should have 24-hours observation. So for every 4 hours, Faith would have her vitals checked and the whole time she would need an IV for fluids because she wouldn't be able to eat a bottle.

It's hard to really get into a lot of detail of what went on in the hospital room. It was a lot of watching Faith, checking her stools, checking her vitals, rinse, repeat. Overnight. And I didn't have the nice bed ;) It was good though, because there were a lot of nurses, and other staff, that genuinely seemed to care.
Faith sleeping on the chair/mom.






We got the good news this morning (10/26) that the night went well - which is what we expected based on how she slept and didn't fuss, vomit, or poop blood. That meant we were allowed to go home.

Before we left this morning, Faith (and mom) back to normal.

Faith has been an absolute trooper, and that's on top of being the smiling, giggling baby girl she normally (and now, again) is. She has been good with her bottles and not had any issues *knock on wood* and she is sleeping now as I type.






The video is Faith still with the IV, late Monday night. Just more proof of how lucky, and blessed, we are to have her happiness in our lives.


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~Rob

Oh What a Difference a Month Makes

Things Faith has accomplished in the last month:

-Rolling over...girl's got skills, it only takes you turning your head for her to get from her back to her tummy!

-Laughing....hearing her giggle is like ice cream for the ears.
(I've tried to capture it on video...#Mom fail. I'll spare you the high-pitched unsuccessful attempts. This is Faith covering her ears after one aforementioned attempt).

-Spit bubbles galore...she sticks her tongue out at her dad all the time. Way ahead of her time.

-Talking like the babies on the E-trade commercials...OK, not quite, but she babbles a LOT!
(You've already seen video of that, so here's a cute pic instead).

-Reaching for toys, and toes ...and then putting them directly in her mouth. Oh, let the fun begin.

At her 4-month checkup on Wednesday, Faith weighed in at 12 pounds, 2 ounces, up three pounds from two months ago. She's still a peanut for her age, but doc is not concerned and neither are we anymore, finally. Now what do we worry about!? (knock on wood). She's still abnormally tall, hanging out with the 87th- percentile-for-height babes. Hopefully it's a lifetime membership.

All in all, life as a baby Lindquist is good. And it's not too shabby for the parents of one either. Rob and I got out of the house sans Faith a few times this month.

Once for an Iowa State game (how bout those Cyclones by the way!)

Once for Matt and Jen's wedding. Too much fun dancing. (I still got it in case you were wondering :) And so does Rob, although he tends to lean a little too heavily on air instruments. Proof.

And once last Thursday to see Damon Dotson, our favorite acoustic guitar player, at the Slowdown. Some people ooze cool. Damon is one of those people. Rob and I...not so much.

Thanks to all of our babysitters for allowing is to get out as a couple. We need it, even though we spend most of the time talking about Faith anyway. She's just so damn cute. And so is her cousin Kylee. The two of them together...well, let's just say your computer might blow up from too much cuteness. I'll just sign off now in case it does...

My New Breast Friend

Sorry Ericka. Sorry Cari. Sorry Summer. You've been replaced. My new best friend is my new breast friend. She's black, stands about 1 foot tall and has seen me topless more times than I can count.
 
Since June 28th, four days after Faith was born, I have been "pumping." No, not "up the jam" but my breasteses. The breastfeeding thing didn't work out as a)Faith was a lazy eater and b)I got so engorged my boobs ballooned up to the size that comes after 34Z. I have been pumping 4-5 times a day since.

Since I feel my husband sometimes fails to appreciate this, let's do the math. That's about 9 weeks of pumping at 6 a.m. 10 a.m. 2 p.m. 6 p.m. and 10 p.m., so five times a day. 5 X 7 days a week = 35 times a week (woohoo multiplication tables, you've finally mattered in real life). 35 X 9 = (wait one second while I use my computer calculator)...=315 .

About a week before I went back to work I started pumping only 4 times a day (ONLY, I know)! So for the past about 7 weeks, I've pumped at 6 a.m., 11 a.m. 4 p.m. and 9 p.m. 4 X 7 is 28. 28 X 7 = 196. 196 + 315 = (carry the one....) a grand total of 511, give or take a few.

511 TIMES. (Rob, are you reading this!? If so, I've always thought I looked good in diamonds). At about 20 minutes per time, that's, like, a lot. Probably, 525,600 minutes. Haha, just kidding, it's only 10,200, or 170 hours. I've done it in car (both moving and parked) on the floor, but mainly on the couch and twice while drunk (don't judge me, a girl's gotta tailgate). While it may seem like I'm complaining, I am not. I do it all for this little girl, also known as the cutest baby in the WWW.



It has resulted in my freezer looking like this:



My plan is to continue with my four times a day method until Faith is 6 months old, also known as Christmas Eve. Then I will pump three times a day until March when she is 9 months, and then just two times a day until she turns 1. I just have to write this down because maybe that way I'll feel accountable to continue. I'm not going to do the math on how many more times that will be because I think my boobs would go into hiding. And we don't want that. Faith needs me. Or should I say she needs her moooooo-ther.

So ladies, how about it? Please share your breastfeeding trials/triumphs with me (as a comment) so I don't feel so alone.

Hello, World!

From the first time I heard the song "Hello, World" by Lady Antebellum, I instantly loved it.
I was pregnant at the time and I remember thinking what a great video montage song it would be (yes, I'm weird, I know). I just loved the lyrics:
"Hello World
How you been?
Good to see you my old friend
Sometimes I feel, Cold as steel
Broken like I'm never going to heal
I see a light, a little hope in a little girl, oh HELLO WORLD"

Just as Faith said hello to the world back in June, Rob and I have said hello to a whole new world,one with the most amazing baby girl in it. She has shown us how to be selfless and love unconditionally. I made this video for her. Watching it brings back so many good memories from this summer, memories I didn't realize we were making at the time. But that's the great thing about good memories. Most of the time you were so busy enjoying the moment, you forgot to make sure to remember it later. These pictures help me remember the good times (the cuddles and coos) and not so good times (her weight struggles), the tears (both hers and mine) and the laughter (baby farts will always be funny).

Have fun watching this video 537 times Grandma Jan :)
Love, Faith's mom

Hello, World - Faith Video