1 week old

Taylor is 1 week old today!

Michelle stayed last night with her and is staying tonight as well. I'm at home with the kids. Its felt good to be home some but I miss Taylor. Had a strange dream in the middle of the night last night where I woke up with the kids beside me (Haylee and Tristan slept in my bed last night) and I was being kicked in the head by Tristan. I was yelling at them to watch out for Taylor who was laying down by feet. I woke up and didn't have a clue where I was. Perhaps its because I was truly being kicked in the head by Tristan at the time. Just weird.

Poor Taylor had a worse night. They respiratory people came in to do their normal hat check (where they change the C-PAP pipes in Taylor's nose) and they weren't paying close enough attention. Some water was in the pipes and they dumped right down Taylor's nose. She had problems breathing, her heart rate plummeted, and alarms were going off. Apparently the technician just kind of shook it off and said something along the lines of "it happens". It really ticked Michelle off. Anyway, this morning the doctor heard a crackling sound in Taylor's lungs. Michelle told him what happened and he was mad. Apparently, they don't even report things like that which just seems wrong to me. If Michelle wouldn't have been there, the doctor wouldn't even have known. 

The C-PAP is still causing irritation and blistering on poor Taylor's head. The doctor thinks she's more affected by it than the other babies around here because her head's more narrow. Apparently she doesn't have a big head like her dad. Probably best for her anyway. Michelle may end up being an inventor before all this is through though. She's racking her brain trying to figure out a way to solve the problem. We all would just like the C-PAP to go away. Maybe a week or two still. 

Michelle and myself have been talking a lot today about everything and starting to come up with some plans. We want Tristan and Haylee home as much as possible and for them to get back to somewhat of a normal life as much as possible. We are trying to build our schedule around them. We also want one family day/night where we are all at home. I think this would be a big boost to all of us. This whole thing is wearing on us pretty hard right now, but hopefully if we can get a routine worked out it will get better.

I needed to go home yesterday. My nerves were already on end and then we got one of the worst nurses for us. One of those holier than thou types who has 28 years of experience in working with babies but apparently has no experience in dealing with people. She got under my skin immediately. We had a severe lack of communication going on. By the time Michelle came in I could only smile when she asked how our nurse was. She kept going on and on and on and on about how she does things and how she has 28 years experience and how she realizes that maybe we've been doing things differently, and dang it she wished there were not so much variance between the nurses, but be sure that her 28 years experience was good for our daughter. I was ready to blow. Michelle had enough of her and went to the bathroom, and the nurse just kept going on and on. Finally I had it an told her off. She was better and more willing to do things "our way" then even if they weren't right. My nerves were blown. I felt like I had about 20 cups of coffee in me. I was jittery an anxious and just ready to pounce. I needed to go home so did and I took it out on the house. Michelle will probably wish she sent me home sooner. I even mopped! Until I broke the mop.