As soon as he was born they took him to the nursery. They thought that he just needed to have his lungs deep suctioned because he was grunting but not crying. The respiratory therapist saw him and said that they sounded good. Spencer stayed in the nursery with him until they said he was doing good then he came back to my room to make sure I was okay (and to let me know that Hudson was doing a lot better.) I couldn't wait for them to get us over to the Mother/Baby unit so that we could be with Hudson again.
It was probably another hour (it seemed like forever!) while they got me ready and over there. I sent Spencer into the nursery to check on Hudson and to see how he was doing. They told him that he was doing really well, but they were waiting for the pediatrician to come over to check him. About the time that we went to the Mother/Baby unit my mom, sister Marla, and Roman got to the hospital to visit us.
Spencer came back from the nursery to let us know that he wasn't ready to leave the nursery but they were going to give him his first bath and wondered if we (spencer and me) wanted to come over to watch. He looked so much better. They turned off the lights so he would open his eyes and he was so alert. It was nice to see a cute pink baby looking back at me.
He was NOT a fan of being washed, but when she washed his head, he was so content to lay back and let her just run the warm water over his head.
The pediatrician still hadn't been back to the nursery to check Hudson again and Spencer needed to get Roman home so he could get him ready and to bed so we went back to the room where my mom, Marla, and Roman were still waiting. We told them maybe tomorrow they could see him (Roman was so confused about everything, he didn't really understand if Hudson had come out of my tummy, why couldn't he see him?)
After they had all gone for the night I decided to go back to the nursery to check on Hudson. I was really planning to just go back in and hopefully bring him back to the room with me. I was not prepared for what I found when I went back to the nursery. Hudson was once again surrounded by nurses, they were trying to get an IV in, his blood pressure had taken a nose drive, they had blown 3 veins trying to get the IV in and were just warming his feet to try to get an IV there and were talking about putting a feeding tube in because he wouldn't stay awake to drink the formula and they thought the reason they couldn't get the IV in was because he was dehydrated. After about 2 1/2 hours the nurses asked me to leave the nursery because they needed to check me. I went back to my room and just cried. I hated not knowing what was going on. They kept saying "He's fine, he'll be fine." But things just kept looking worse.
Just over an hour later the nursery nurse came into my room to let me know that they did have to put a feeding tube in to get him some fluids to get the IV in, they were able to get an IV in (they had to put it in his head) but his oxygen saturation was dipping now so they said for me to just get some sleep that night and hopefully he would be able to leave the nursery the next morning.
I finally was able to get a few hours of sleep then first thing the next morning doctors started coming in to talk to me. First was my OB. He said he had been to the nursery and that Hudson looked good then he proceeded to check on me, said everything looked perfect and he was on his way. The next doctor that came was the pediatrician. She explained that she had been talking to the nurses throughout the night and she felt good about where things were going with Hudson, but she wanted to have them watch him a little longer. His blood pressure was much better, his oxygen saturation wasn't dipping anymore but she was a little concerned about his blood sugar levels.
Before I could even get up to go check on Hudson the hospital social worker came in to meet with me. He wanted to talk about how things were going, plans for our/his hospital stay. He told me about hoteling (staying at the hospital after I was released until Hudson was released) and about support that they offer to new mothers. By this point I was getting a little emotional. I hadn't seen Hudson since the night before, and I just wanted to get in and check on him. The social worker then started talking to me about "baby blues" and post partum depression. He asked if I was feeling depressed or anxious. I told him that I hadn't seen my baby yet that morning and as soon as I knew that he was doing okay, I would be fine.
I was finally able to get to the nursery to check on Hudson and I was pleasantly surprised by how much better he looked from the night before. The feeding tube was in his nose, but they had moved his IV to his hand, he was sleeping but he looked so peaceful. Without thinking I rubbed his leg and he woke with a start, and started crying. A nice healthy cry, and he moved his leg away from me (he wasn't reflex responding the previous night, so that was huge). They let me feed him and hold him and finally have some time with my baby. It was just what I needed to see with my own eyes that he was okay. What a relief.
While I was feeding Hudson Spencer got to the hospital with Roman and shortly after that my mom and dad came (Roman went with my mom to see the float preview for that parade on Saturday) and my dad and Spencer gave Hudson a blessing. He really started to look up from there. After they were done we went back to my room to tell Roman goodbye for the day then I went back to the nursery for a bit to be with Hudson. When I got back they said they tried to flush his IV to keep it open and it had clotted so they got clearance from the doctor to take it out.
Next while I was feeding him his next feeding, he would not leave his NG tube (feeding tube) alone, so they called the doctor again and she said as long as he was eating (we were nursing and supplementing) they could take it out. When we were finished feeding him, he had almost completely pulled it off his face. By the time I left the nursery to go back to our room about an hour later, Hudson was able to come back to my room with me.
After they had all gone for the night I decided to go back to the nursery to check on Hudson. I was really planning to just go back in and hopefully bring him back to the room with me. I was not prepared for what I found when I went back to the nursery. Hudson was once again surrounded by nurses, they were trying to get an IV in, his blood pressure had taken a nose drive, they had blown 3 veins trying to get the IV in and were just warming his feet to try to get an IV there and were talking about putting a feeding tube in because he wouldn't stay awake to drink the formula and they thought the reason they couldn't get the IV in was because he was dehydrated. After about 2 1/2 hours the nurses asked me to leave the nursery because they needed to check me. I went back to my room and just cried. I hated not knowing what was going on. They kept saying "He's fine, he'll be fine." But things just kept looking worse.
Just over an hour later the nursery nurse came into my room to let me know that they did have to put a feeding tube in to get him some fluids to get the IV in, they were able to get an IV in (they had to put it in his head) but his oxygen saturation was dipping now so they said for me to just get some sleep that night and hopefully he would be able to leave the nursery the next morning.
I finally was able to get a few hours of sleep then first thing the next morning doctors started coming in to talk to me. First was my OB. He said he had been to the nursery and that Hudson looked good then he proceeded to check on me, said everything looked perfect and he was on his way. The next doctor that came was the pediatrician. She explained that she had been talking to the nurses throughout the night and she felt good about where things were going with Hudson, but she wanted to have them watch him a little longer. His blood pressure was much better, his oxygen saturation wasn't dipping anymore but she was a little concerned about his blood sugar levels.
Before I could even get up to go check on Hudson the hospital social worker came in to meet with me. He wanted to talk about how things were going, plans for our/his hospital stay. He told me about hoteling (staying at the hospital after I was released until Hudson was released) and about support that they offer to new mothers. By this point I was getting a little emotional. I hadn't seen Hudson since the night before, and I just wanted to get in and check on him. The social worker then started talking to me about "baby blues" and post partum depression. He asked if I was feeling depressed or anxious. I told him that I hadn't seen my baby yet that morning and as soon as I knew that he was doing okay, I would be fine.
I was finally able to get to the nursery to check on Hudson and I was pleasantly surprised by how much better he looked from the night before. The feeding tube was in his nose, but they had moved his IV to his hand, he was sleeping but he looked so peaceful. Without thinking I rubbed his leg and he woke with a start, and started crying. A nice healthy cry, and he moved his leg away from me (he wasn't reflex responding the previous night, so that was huge). They let me feed him and hold him and finally have some time with my baby. It was just what I needed to see with my own eyes that he was okay. What a relief.
While I was feeding Hudson Spencer got to the hospital with Roman and shortly after that my mom and dad came (Roman went with my mom to see the float preview for that parade on Saturday) and my dad and Spencer gave Hudson a blessing. He really started to look up from there. After they were done we went back to my room to tell Roman goodbye for the day then I went back to the nursery for a bit to be with Hudson. When I got back they said they tried to flush his IV to keep it open and it had clotted so they got clearance from the doctor to take it out.
Next while I was feeding him his next feeding, he would not leave his NG tube (feeding tube) alone, so they called the doctor again and she said as long as he was eating (we were nursing and supplementing) they could take it out. When we were finished feeding him, he had almost completely pulled it off his face. By the time I left the nursery to go back to our room about an hour later, Hudson was able to come back to my room with me.
















