So as many of you already know, Logan failed his fax study last weekend. In retrospect it is probably for the best. I wouldn't have been able to take care of him at home anyway.
On Friday evening I started feeling some mile jaw pain. I thought it was stress related and didn't think much more about it. By Sunday the entire left side of my face was swollen up and I was running a fever. I went to the ER on Sunday and they did a CT scan and diagnosed me with a perimandibular abscess, cellulitis, and sinusitis. I got vicodin and antibiotics, and was told to see an oral surgeon. Tuesday I called around to different oral surgeons and was told that in order to get it covered by medical insurance I would need a referral from my doc. Went to the doc Wed morning, got the referral and called to make an appt. By this time the swelling was out of control and the pain was unbearable. I would rather go through natural childbirth AGAIN then have to deal with that pain. The oral surgeon told me on the phone I needed to see an ENT, so I got the referral for them and when I went in, they told me I would need to go back to the oral surgeon. When I got to the oral surgeons office I was informed they were out of network and was told to go to the Libertyville ER so they could call the on call oral surgeon. Went into the ER (again) and was told the oral surgeon wouldn't come in b/c it's supposed to be an outpatient procedure. I was given Dilaudid (morphene) for the pain. It took 3 doses before I felt any relief. They sent me home on oxycodone and told me to call an oral surgeon in the morning. On Thursday I was FINALLY able to get into an oral surgeon who would actually see me, and I ended up needing to have my back molar pulled, and the infection drained. The antibiotics should clear up the rest of it.
That's been my week. Notice there isn't much about Logan in there? That's because I've been in so much pain and just trying to take care of myself that I've barely had a chance to visit my baby. He's an independant little guy though, and he's been doing better this week than I have. Now that the tube is out he's eating like a teenager. Most of the babies in the nursery will do 45 mL in 45 min. Logan regularly does 100 mL in about 20 min. The nurses have started calling him their little "piglet". As a result of this feeding frenzy, he's also put on a good amount of weight. As of last night he tips the scales at 6 lbs 9oz. He's what they would expect him to be at 1 month old...but he's only 2.5 weeks.
The only thing keeping him in the hospital right now is the apnea spells. He's had 2 in the last 2 days, and they seem to be getting less frequent. As of my conversation with the neonatologist this morning the plan is to restart the test on Monday. If he has no spells between now and Sunday they may start it on Sunday. If he passes THIS test it means he could be home as early as Wed or Thurs. I asked the doctor if he thought he would pass. The doctor said "99% of babies pass the 2nd time around". I'm optimistic, but trying not to get my hopes TOO high.
I was disappointed when I found out he failed the first test, but in light of everything I had to deal with myself this week it seems to be a blessing in disguise. I was telling the nurses that if I HAD to go through all the drama and pain and surgery, it at least happened when I wasn't pregnant and didn't have a baby at home. There was a window of a couple weeks, and I'm grateful it fell into that window. Everything happens for a reason.
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