It’s a place of extreme emotions. Either very sad, or joyous.
There is a little girl in NICU with Connor, B. She is 1 month old today. I don’t know how prem she was at birth, but she weighed 1.03kg. She now weighs 1.228kg, she’s going to be there for a very long time, a couple of months at least. She’s been doing quite well until now. Yesterday, when I was feeding Connor her heart rate started going ballistic – was hitting 214. They couldn’t get it down, she was vomitting too. when they checked her aspirants, they found blood.
So, they put her back on a drip and stopped her feeds. It wasn’t pleasant to see. This morning when we got there, she’s been moved back to a flat bed (she was in a closed incubator). The sister told us she’s more stable today. Poor little mite. She’s such a fighter.
I felt so desperately sorry for the mother (who was there while this all took place yesterday).
Yet, the other day when one of the babies went home, I was almost in tears I was so happy for the mom. She was also a long-termer.
And yesterday too, a mom brought her baby in to show the sisters. She weighed 500g at birth. She’s now 8 mths old and weighs 5.6kg. Tiny little thing.