When Olivia was born, she was placed in an isolette (think incubator). At 30 weeks gestational age, she was unable to control her own body temperature. At first, she had a sensor on her that registered her body temperature. Her isolette would automatically adjust the temperature inside of it accordingly. Then, so she had to work a bit, they took off the sensor and set the isolette at a certain temperature. (Remember from my last post that they want babies to have to work a bit, but they really want them to grow. They find a balance so they are working, but also still growing.) Every three hours, her temperature was taken. If she was too cold, they'd turn the temperature up a bit. If she was too hot, they'd turn it down. Gradually, they continue to turn the temperature down until they are confident that Olivia could maintain her body temperature without any assistance. Then, she graduated to a crib. She moved to a crib on day 14 of her stay.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Olivia's NICU Stay (Part 2)
When Olivia was born, she was placed in an isolette (think incubator). At 30 weeks gestational age, she was unable to control her own body temperature. At first, she had a sensor on her that registered her body temperature. Her isolette would automatically adjust the temperature inside of it accordingly. Then, so she had to work a bit, they took off the sensor and set the isolette at a certain temperature. (Remember from my last post that they want babies to have to work a bit, but they really want them to grow. They find a balance so they are working, but also still growing.) Every three hours, her temperature was taken. If she was too cold, they'd turn the temperature up a bit. If she was too hot, they'd turn it down. Gradually, they continue to turn the temperature down until they are confident that Olivia could maintain her body temperature without any assistance. Then, she graduated to a crib. She moved to a crib on day 14 of her stay.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Happy "Discharge" Anniversary, Olivia! (Part 1)
One year ago today, we finally got to bring Olivia HOME! I'm sure this time of year will always remind me of the time that I spent in the hospital with the twins, but this year the memories are so fresh and I often flashback to life in the NICU. I was just too overwhelmed with having 2 babies in the hospital and Abby at home to do any blogging then so I thought I would take a glance back to Olivia's NICU stay.
We always knew that Olivia would be the oldest twin. From the day we found out we were having twins, she was Baby A because she was the closest to the cervix, which meant she would come out first. Scott was always convinced that it was Olivia's idea to enter the world 2 months early. As far as NICU stays go, Olivia really breezed through her stay. We were told that girls do better than boys, but she still amazed us with how well she progressed!
Olivia was born weighing 3 pounds 6 ounces, was 40.5 cm long, and had a head circumference of 27.5 cm. Most people would say, TINY! But for a 30 weeker, she was a nice size. Olivia was intubated a few hours after birth because she was struggling to keep her oxygen levels up and appeared to be working too hard to breath. While intubated, she received a treatment of surfactant. Babies make their own surfactant while in the womb, but because Olivia was early she didn't have enough made, yet. Surfactant is a substance that keeps the lungs from collapsing when a baby exhales. (There's a more in depth medical description!) One doctor explained it to me that it helps keep the lungs from sticking together when the baby is breathing. But by day 2 of life, she was extubated and put on a nasal CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure). CPAP is simply two prongs placed by the nostrils that has constant air flow going through it. The amount of pressure can be adjusted based on the infants need. As Olivia kept her stats up, they would decrease the amount of support she was receiving. By day 4 of life, this little rockstar was breathing on her own with no support at all!
This is day 4 of life. No more breathing support! The tube coming from her nose is a feeding tube. |
During the first week, Olivia had an ultrasound done on her head. Of course, everything was stressful at the time, but this was VERY stressful. The ultrasound is done to look for brain bleeds, which can give some insight on if there would be long term effects, developmental delays, etc. Olivia did have a Grade 1 hemorrhage. Besides having no hemorrhage, this is the lowest grade. Research shows that babies with a Grade 1 hemorrhage usually have no complications and often develop just like babies that had no hemorrhage. This hasn't been an issue at all for Olivia.
I'm going to post this in 2 parts so it doesn't get too long (and because I keep forgetting to grab my journals from the twins room before they go to bed! I need them to help refresh my memory!).
I put this slideshow together about Olivia's first year. She's gotten SO BIG! She's gone from 3 pounds to 20+ pounds! (Just click on the link below!)
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
On the Night You were Born...
On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
and the night whispered,
"Life will never be the same."
Because there had never been anyone like you...
ever in the world.
To my sweet Olivia and Jack,
You are ONE! I can't believe how quickly your first year has gone by. I remember everything so vividly about the night you were born: the smells, the faces of everyone that took such good care of you and me, the bright lights of the operating room, the worry, and most of all the JOY of seeing your sweet little faces for the first time and feeling my heart burst with LOVE for you. Your birth story may be a year overdue, but I promise that I haven't forgotten a thing.
Your story actually begins 5 days before your birthday. You see, mama woke up in the morning and noticed she was bleeding a little bit. I called the clinic and spoke to a nurse that said it was probably fine if the bleeding had stopped. But something told me that there might be something wrong so we went to the doctor. She was very concerned and sent us to the hospital to be admitted. They ran lots of tests and monitored you both very carefully. Everyone said you were happy little babies. Just to be safe, they gave me some shots to help your lungs develop a little faster just in case you decided to come early and some medicine to help protect your brain. We're so thankful you received these things because when you decided it was time to come there wouldn't have been enough time to get them. We spent the weekend in the hospital so they could give me several rounds of steroid shots and also to monitor that I wasn't going in to labor. On Sunday, the doctors felt comfortable that there had been no more bleeding or other changes so they let us go home. However, I was put on a strict no lifting ban, which meant I couldn't even lift your big sister.
The day you were born, I felt great and went to work. While I was in the middle of teaching a reading group, something didn't feel right. I was bleeding again and this time it seemed like a lot more blood. I'm not sure what I was thinking, but I grabbed my things and started to head to my car. My wonderful co-workers talked some sense in to me and offered to take me to the hospital. I was so lucky that daddy was working from home that day and was only 5 minutes away. He came to get me and we rushed to the hospital. It was about 2 pm when we arrived.
Again, they ran lots of tests and made sure that the two of you were okay. Once again, they said you were happy little babies. The doctor told us that I was 3 cm dilated, but that some people were 3 cm dilated for weeks. They wanted us to stay to make sure that nothing changed and we knew that this time we'd be there for a few more days. Never in our wildest dreams did we think you'd be born that night.
The hours went by and I rested while daddy took care of getting things ready to be in the hospital for a few days. While there are many great doctors at the University of MN, one of our favorites just happened to be the MFM on during both of our stays. Dr. Yamamura also watched over Abby when I was pregnant with her. She knew us very well and we felt very comfortable with her. She came in to visit with me many times. They were picking up small contractions every once in a while, but I didn't feel anything so it didn't worry me at all.
Fast forward to 7 pm. Dr. Yamamura came in to the room and asked how things were going. I sensed that something was maybe off, but I felt fine so I didn't know what it could be. She asked how I was feeling because the monitor was picking up contractions every 2-3 minutes. I didn't feel anything. Apparently, I have a crazy body that doesn't feel contractions until they are super close together. (At least that's what happened with your sister.) An OB/GYN came in to check me and I was dilated to 5 cm. It was clear to them that my body was going in to labor and there was no turning back. The doctor looked at me and said, "You're going to have these babies tonight." And I cried. I cried because it was too soon, you were too tiny, and I was so scared for you. Dr. Yamamura held my hand the whole time and talked to me about the procedure and she kept telling me that you two were going to be in the best hands. Daddy was right there, too. I'm sure he was as scared as I was, but he's really good at being strong when mama is falling apart.
Dr. French and her resident (these two would deliver you) spoke with Dr. Yamamura and me and daddy and we all agreed to do a C-Section because Jack was breech and you were just too tiny to put through more stress than needed. They wanted to deliver you as soon as the operating room was available so they started prepping me right away. Daddy requested a chaplin to come and pray with us. I wish I knew the chaplin's name that came to pray with us because he said the most beautiful prayer for a safe delivery. Everyone's eyes (including the nurses) were filled with tears at the moving and comforting words he provided. It certainly didn't calm my fears, but I tried to trust that He had a plan for the two of you.
When the OR was ready, they took me back. Daddy couldn't come back right while they prepped me for surgery. I remember how bright the room was and I kept thinking that I must be having a nightmare and I'd wake up at any moment. But of course it was all happening. Everything went fairly smooth as they got me ready for surgery. There was a moment when I had a dip in my blood pressure due to the medicine they were giving me and it made me feel light headed and panicky. It quickly passed and your dad was finally allowed in the room.
Daddy stayed beside me (he didn't want to see what was going on behind the curtain!). They began the surgery and at 9:41, Olivia Rose was born. They held you above the curtain so I could see you and you were screaming! It was the best sound! (It also was a sign at what your personality would be!) I remember thinking that you looked bigger than I thought you would. And your hair! There was a lot of it and it was dark! You weighed in at 3 pounds 6 ounces. They quickly handed you over to the NICU staff to be checked out. Then, at 9:43, Jack Robert was born. They held you above the curtain and you were quiet. I'm sure it was only for a few seconds, but it felt like longer to me. Then you started crying. (This was also a sign at how your NICU stay would go.) You looked even bigger than your sister and weighed in at 3 pounds 11 ounces.
You each had a delivery team from the NICU staff that was caring for you. They were wonderful, caring people. I'm sure they were eager to get you up to the NICU, but they let us hold you and kiss you and take pictures with you before they whisked you away. Daddy went with you to get you settled in the NICU and to be sure that you were okay. I had to go to the recovery room for 2 hours before I would be brought to see you for a closer look. When I was cleared to leave the recovery room they actually wheeled my entire bed into the NICU to your bedside. You were so tiny. So beautiful. And so perfect. I couldn't wait to hold you.
Your first year has been a whirlwind and daddy and I have just been trying to keep up. We're so thankful that you are happy and HEALTHY one year olds! You bring our family so much joy and we love you both so much!
Heaven blew every trumpet
and played every horn
on the wonderful marvelous
night you were born.
Love,
Mama
Happy 1st Birthday!
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