A lot of people would describe the scariest place on earth as something out of a horror movie.
A place filled with zombies, spiders or whatever other terrible thing the human brain can think of.
I however would take all of those over being in the NICU.
At the time my little Sophia was born, they told me that she was perfectly healthy.
I was so happy to hear that.
Since she was premature there were so many things that could have been wrong.
BUT..
As the day went on, things started to get a little tough.
Her body temperature slowly and continually fell.
Her daddy and I took turns with kangaroo care.
That still wasn't working so they hooked up a warmer for her.
As long as she was under the warmer, she was okay but when we would take her out to eat, her temp would go right back down.
We had to keep her under the warmer as much as possible which meant that we couldn't hold her.
That was torture enough, we didn't need the next set of news.
Her sugar was way too low and her bilirubin was very high.
Then she stopped nursing.
I had to pump and force feed her through a syringe.
It made her cry and broke my heart but I was trying desperately to avoid any kind of feeding tube .
After trying and failing to pull her sugars and temperature up and keep them up,
the very kind nurses informed me that the pediatric team was coming to take her to the NICU.
I just stood at her warmer (because I was not allowed to hold her) and cried until they came to take her away.
I was not allowed to join her at first.
This made for a very unhappy and anxious Mommy.
I passed the time by ordering my lunch, but not eating it, taking a shower and pacing my room until they told me that I was allowed see her.
She was so small and helpless.
Her hand and sleeve were full of blood because the person who put in her IV forgot to clean her up,
Her heels were actively bleeding from all the sticks and blood tests.
She was also hooked to a ton of machines that kept going off because her heart wouldn't beat the way it was suppose to and her oxygen levels were low.
There were instant tears on my part.
I was finally allowed to hold her and try to feed her.
She didn't eat but it was nice holding her to me.
Her doctor explained to Jeremy and I that she was probably going to need to be there a while and that she was going to try to get Sophia a private room so we could spend the nights with her instead of at the Ronald McDonald House.
One of the times that I went to try to feed her during the night there was a code blue on one of the other babies.
These things made it impossible for me to sleep.
Things could have gone very, very wrong but by the grace of God, when it looked like things were getting worse instead of better,suddenly, she turned around.
With in two hours, she was maintaining her own temperature and her sugars came up.
After only two days in the NICU, she was allowed to come back in the room with me.
I know that things were not near as bad for Sophia as some of the other babies in there but for me, it was my worst nightmare.
I can still see the scars on her heels where she was stuck repeatedly
(a total of 48 needle sticks including 2 for her IV site)
& the scar from her IV is still visible but my baby is a fighter.
I couldn't bring myself to take pictures of her when she was hooked to all those wires but I do have one of her in her warmer before they took her to the NICU.
Enjoy.