Baby Kyle in NICU
Today I went to visit my friend Angie and her son Kyle who was born on Sunday, at 23 weeks, 2 months early. This was my first experience in the NICU and it was shocking. After getting over the shock, and stopping crying I hung out with Angie for 40 minutes. I looked at Kyle constantly as he lay in his tiny bed, at barely 5lbs. He has monitors and tubes everywhere. The tab on his oxygen tube lays on his face and looks uncomfortable. Angie and Joe are waiting to hear news back from a MRI scan and a chromosome test. Kyle is breathing good and eating breast milk out of a tube, but could stay in NICU from 2 weeks-2 months. Angie spends all day (8-6:45) at the NICU while Joe comes in a out while taking care of the house/shopping/errands. The hospital is 45 minutes away from their house, so they spend lots of time driving to be by Kyle's side.
In order for me to make the visit, my NICU night nurse friend Connie watched Caleb for me. I was able to ask Connie lots of questions since she works with preemies on a regular basis. She gave me hope in telling me that they sometimes send home 5lb babies who are stable. Right now, Kyle is in the "non-stable" room of the NICU. I am sending them all the good thoughts I have.
Never thought Angie would be on bed rest, or have a preemie. We really don't know anything. Just reminds me of all the risks one takes when getting/deciding to get pregnant and have a child. I cannot stop thinking about Kyle, especially after seeing him so tiny and fragile in a diaper and wrapped in blankets under the warmer.
In order for me to make the visit, my NICU night nurse friend Connie watched Caleb for me. I was able to ask Connie lots of questions since she works with preemies on a regular basis. She gave me hope in telling me that they sometimes send home 5lb babies who are stable. Right now, Kyle is in the "non-stable" room of the NICU. I am sending them all the good thoughts I have.
Never thought Angie would be on bed rest, or have a preemie. We really don't know anything. Just reminds me of all the risks one takes when getting/deciding to get pregnant and have a child. I cannot stop thinking about Kyle, especially after seeing him so tiny and fragile in a diaper and wrapped in blankets under the warmer.