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Just got back from visiting my cousin in the hospital this morning.
Diane had a baby on Thursday (Logan weighed in at 10 pounds, 22 inches) and there've been some complications. There's something wrong with his stomach (for some reason it was "distended," they say, and he was having trouble breathing) so right now he's in the NICU hooked up to all sorts of tubes.
I have to say, though, that ASIDE from the tubes, Logan looks really good. He's a big boy and seemed to be having a truly wonderful nap when Adam took me in there to see him. It sounds like they'll be sending him over to CHOC (Children's Hospital of Orange County) for some more tests, since they aren't sure what's wrong, but they don't consider him an "emergency" case. So that's something, I guess.
As for Diane, she's having a rough time of things as well (aside from worrying about her son). I kinda doubt that she'll want to have ANY more kids ANY time soon, after this experience.
After laboring unsuccessfully for almost two days (and already being a week overdue, hence the 10 lbs), the doctors decided to take the baby via c-section. Which was fine, until they began to sew her up again. That's when she got terribly sick, threw up, and fainted. Then, later that night, they had to give her a blood transfusion. They were still transfusing her, actually, when I was in there this afternoon. She was pale as a ghost, but the nurses said that she "has color now," so I hate to think of what she looked like before.
Still, both she and the baby are in good hands, and although the family is tired, they all seem in pretty good spirits. One of our other cousins is an NICU nurse at the very hospital where Diane gave birth, so not only was she in the delivery room when Logan was born, but she is now assigned to him for the next few days (at least).
And, because of this "inside connection," Diane was set up in a VIP recovery room (there are only two at this particular hospital and they're usually reserved for "celebrities or nurses having babies"), and it's really quite nice. Compared to the rooms my sister was stuck with when she had her three kids, it's practically the Taj Mahal.
Cindy and I decided on the ride home that she'd clearly given birth in all the wrong hospitals.
Still, this whole thing helps to remind us how lucky we all have been in our own health (so far) and especially in the health of my niece and nephews. Sure, they've had their fair share of bumps and bruises (and, in Cameron's case, the occasional ER trip) but none of them were born with any problems.
That has to be an AWFUL thing to experience.
Diane had a baby on Thursday (Logan weighed in at 10 pounds, 22 inches) and there've been some complications. There's something wrong with his stomach (for some reason it was "distended," they say, and he was having trouble breathing) so right now he's in the NICU hooked up to all sorts of tubes.
I have to say, though, that ASIDE from the tubes, Logan looks really good. He's a big boy and seemed to be having a truly wonderful nap when Adam took me in there to see him. It sounds like they'll be sending him over to CHOC (Children's Hospital of Orange County) for some more tests, since they aren't sure what's wrong, but they don't consider him an "emergency" case. So that's something, I guess.
As for Diane, she's having a rough time of things as well (aside from worrying about her son). I kinda doubt that she'll want to have ANY more kids ANY time soon, after this experience.
After laboring unsuccessfully for almost two days (and already being a week overdue, hence the 10 lbs), the doctors decided to take the baby via c-section. Which was fine, until they began to sew her up again. That's when she got terribly sick, threw up, and fainted. Then, later that night, they had to give her a blood transfusion. They were still transfusing her, actually, when I was in there this afternoon. She was pale as a ghost, but the nurses said that she "has color now," so I hate to think of what she looked like before.
Still, both she and the baby are in good hands, and although the family is tired, they all seem in pretty good spirits. One of our other cousins is an NICU nurse at the very hospital where Diane gave birth, so not only was she in the delivery room when Logan was born, but she is now assigned to him for the next few days (at least).
And, because of this "inside connection," Diane was set up in a VIP recovery room (there are only two at this particular hospital and they're usually reserved for "celebrities or nurses having babies"), and it's really quite nice. Compared to the rooms my sister was stuck with when she had her three kids, it's practically the Taj Mahal.
Cindy and I decided on the ride home that she'd clearly given birth in all the wrong hospitals.
Still, this whole thing helps to remind us how lucky we all have been in our own health (so far) and especially in the health of my niece and nephews. Sure, they've had their fair share of bumps and bruises (and, in Cameron's case, the occasional ER trip) but none of them were born with any problems.
That has to be an AWFUL thing to experience.