I mentioned in a previous post that the two words we like to hear most are the words common and normal. This statement stands true. We do think our son is pretty great, and we always will, but I can tell you for sure that it’s also a relief to be reminded that David is nothing exceptional. He’s nothing special; he’s quite normal and ordinary, in fact. And as I walked the halls of the hospital on Monday night, forcing the ever so impervious and silencing lump out of my throat and the unwanted “this-was-not-how-it-was-supposed-to-be” feeling that I have guarded myself against for the past three weeks, I reminded myself of this, that this is all very normal.
That David suddenly fell ill late on Monday afternoon with an infection in his lungs and possibly another in his blood, is something we should have better prepared ourselves for, something we should have remembered would most likely happen. Because this happens often. In the ICN, babies get sick and babies get better. But that it seemed to hit both of us so hard I think is also a reminder that, yes, although this is common, it is also the most uncommon thing in the world. What I mean to say is that we were both reminded of the singularity of our experience in the ICN, that although we can expect the sudden downturn of events (lots of people have experienced what we’re experiencing), it doesn’t make the experience any less sudden and saddening and singular.
Although they haven’t identified his infections yet, David will be fine in no time. He’s on a general antibiotic and a new breathing machine called an oscillator, which jiggles him like jello pudding. It’s weird, sort of like a vibrating chair. The oscillator does two things: it forces continuous air into his lungs to keep them constantly inflated while also providing him with breaths. This will give him a rest and help him to spend more time recovering. He’s turned from pink to pale back to pink in no time.
I spoke too soon in my last post. The clothes are back off and the IV is back in, so no modeling pictures just yet. Maybe after Thanksgiving, when he’s recovered and putting on weight again, because by then he’ll hopefully be back to eating his 147.2 calories of milk per day. What’s that, like a bite of pie?
This will be holiday #2 of 4 in the ICN. We don’t mind, though; David wasn’t supposed to be “out” for the holidays anyway 😉
Enjoy your feasts and families.
J & G & D