Farting Rainbows

Most of the time we try to report the good stuff, but I'm pretty sure you guys figure that it's not always that way. And I do share the bad stuff too, mostly because it helps me to get it out.  But Justin and I had both taken to using the phrase, "I just can't fart rainbows all of the time." And sometimes we do a bit of both, like this poor fella here.

Today's a good, bad, funny, great, horrible, all over the place day! Aaaaaaaaah! Pbbbbbbt!

The move to pediatrics was such a huge step forward, and it's so nice there. Sometime I'll remember to take pictures to show you guys. But come to find out, it takes her time to adjust to her new surroundings. Yesterday she was fussy most of the day and today I came in and heard her crying all the way down the hall. It took me a long time to calm her down enough so I could pump. Once I was plenty busy she knew that she had her chance and yanked her NG tube out of her and half the tape keeping it down, off. She then shrieked loud enough for me to almost knock the pump over. 

They put in a new one, but she acted so uncomfortable afterwards. I tried to breast feed, no go. Bottle feed, nuh-uh. Even gavaging was tough. By that point she was crying so loud and I was crying, and desperately praying for help. Finally her nurse came in and I explained to him what had been going on and he immediately began to investigate. They had put in a different tube than usual, and it was shorter. So they went all the way to the NICU to get the same kind she had already been using and let me tell you what a difference it made. 

Then, I noticed that her monitor was off, so I got brave enough to unplug her from it and then pull her around her bed with her pump in tow. I sat down on the couch beneath the window and then fed her the full 30mL of milk from a bottle (she had a wet burp and threw up a lot of it, but still, she was happy.) I would burp her on my shoulder and she would lift her head for long periods of time and look around. That's my girl!!! 

So long story short...

Too late.

I can't pretend that I'm not new to this, and well spending the first 2-3 months of her life in the hospital hasn't helped. But I'm learning, and even though sometimes it's so hard I just hit my breaking point, and sometimes I fart rainbows, I have such a beautiful daughter that I love so much. She is my miracle.