Another ice day. No school for the kids. We had to impose, yet again, on a very generous mom whose daughter is in Gavin’s preschool class. I spent the morning pumping and figuring out what was going on with Ben. His breathing improved but they thought he might have an infection, so they ordered a spinal tap, which a resident botched–twice. Now they think that the bacteria growing on the initial culture was just on his skin, which means someone didn’t properly do the blood draw in the first place. Regardless, they’ll keep him on antibiotics for a week.
Happily, his breathing seems calmer. His oxygen was turned down to 31%. And, he’s digesting more and more milk.
The challenges of the next few days are daunting. Keeping Ben in milk by pumping frequently and delivering it to the NICU. Engorged breasts, clogged ducts, sore everything. Christopher has a ton of schoolwork. Megan is coughing. Gavin will one day need a therapist for middle-child syndrome.
I looked at Megan and Gavin today in a whole new light, in awe of how they are so big and healthy (despite their sniffles and coughs). How did we ever survive all that?