I’ve had a bit of a reality check about how easy it is having a baby.
It’s easy when everything goes well.
But as soon as there’s a question mark of any kind, geez it gets hard quickly!
I had a phone call last night from the hospital saying that they want to redo the newborn screening tests for the baby.
These tests test for genetic and metabolic disorders – the most scary of which is cystic fibrosis, but others that would also be not much fun to deal with.
They couldn’t tell me WHY they wanted to retest. Just that they needed to do it and wanted it done as soon as possible.
So I didn’t sleep well last night. Fear instantly crept into bed with us. I held him a little more tightly than I have other nights and I found myself listening to his breathing, checking his body for anything unusual. BUT no, he just seems perfect.
We were already heading into the hospital today to do his newborn hearing test so it worked out well for me to also get the screening test done today as well.
We did the hearing test first. AND his hearing is fine. I wasn’t quite as fine, because the tester used Avagard handrub on her hands before doing the testing.
For anyone who’s spent time in a NICU, you may identify with the horrible memories that can be churned up by THAT smell. For me, it just sums up everything that was awful about being in the NICU. She was standing right beside me, attaching the sensors to the baby’s head. It might sound silly, but I had to summon up all my energy to just not burst into tears.
BUT I didn’t. And his hearing is fine. Yay.
Next, I had to head over to the special care nursery for the repeat screening test. Another place I really would rather not be. It’s not the special care nursery where S was, but still. There they were. All those tiny little babies, all those anxious parents not able to take their bundles of joy home yet. AND again. That smell. Ugh.
The baby didn’t wake when they pricked his heel. He’s such a cool dude.
The nurse tried to soothe my nerves, telling me it was ‘probably nothing’ and to just take confidence from how well he’s feeding and growing to just assume they needed to retest because it was a dud sample first time around.
And I know the odds are definitely in our favour that it IS nothing to worry about.
BUT I will still worry. Because we’ve fallen the wrong side of the odds in the past. I’m not brave enough to consider that everything will automatically be fine.
I’ll try not to worry too much though. Especially as they’ve said it might be TEN days til we get results.
I will just keep enjoying this beautiful boy who is still feeding and sleeping like a dream. He is having longer periods of being awake and he loves to just gaze into the eyes of whoever is holding him. And he’s learnt to love his baths too.
More photos to come (the cable to to the computer hasn’t been unpacked yet….it’s got to be here somewhere???)
AND he has a name. To keep in line with the blog, I’ll be keeping it to initials – he is an A baby. We tried very hard for a J name to stick with tradition, but it really did reach a point where there just wasn’t the perfect J name around……
And now I am off for another cuddle.