My poor baby had quite a difficult day today. His day started with a new feeding tube and an inexperienced nurse. NOT a good combination. Now you can probably imagine how uncomfortable it is to have a tube stuck up your nose and down your throat into your stomach, but imagine having to go through it twice because the first time it went into one nostril and out the other. Now try to imagine you're an infant and can't communicate (or say really bad words) having to go through this. Not to worry - Mommy uttered those really bad words for him under her breath, and it took all I could do not to say them really loudly to the obviously very nervous, very young, inexpeienced nurse.
After we settled down from the tube fiasco, we found out that today would be the day that Parker would have what is a very common *ahem* "procedure" on his little boy parts. After the neonatologist realized he would be having said procedure in the afternoon, she ordered labs because when he was first admitted his platelet count was a little low. Apparently to check on whether or not you might bleed excessively during a procedure, you get blood drawn. Makes sense, right? This time a second nurse decided she probably needed to help the young, nervous, inexperienced nurse with the blood draw. They started out with a heel stick which wouldn't bleed enough, so they stuck him again. It took a long time to get the blood drawn because the blood - get this - kept clotting. After about 30 minutes, they get done and send the blood to the lab. The lab promptly calls back and tells them they can't use the sample because IT CLOTTED. So what does this mean? You got it - they stick him again. This time in the hand, and again, must do it twice because he clotted again. They finally decide that he (and they, thankfully), have had enough and stop, figuring that he's clotting so much during the blood draw that he should have no issues with his "procedure".
I had to leave for a while to pick Peyton up from school, and when I got back, said "procedure" has been performed. One of the more experienced nurses comes to tell me that Parker is having "moderate" bleeding from the procedure and they had to call the neonatologist to come check on him. They now must check the bleeding every five minutes to be sure it's slowing, which of course causes him more pain. At this point I'm close to becoming unglued. Good thing I was so tired I couldn't put up much of a fight, because it wouldn't have done either of us much good at that point. Parker had some Tylenol which helped him sleep. I felt like I needed a valium. The bleeding did begin to slow, so I guess he will be fine. As for me, I got to feel all kinds of Mommy guilt. Tomorrow has got to be better, right?
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