Okay, onto a little venting on my part. Earlier this week, we had two student nurses shadowing our assigned nurse. They were great. Extremely sweet and helpful. Today, however, is a different story.
We have two different student nurses following around our nurse. Well, one does what he's supposed to do, the other is a bit too much to handle. I don't think I've been this irritated since we've been here. Enough said. I don't need to bad mouth her, although I certainly could. I'll hold my tongue.
So after we got Callan back this morning, I got to feed him. My milk has been coming in, so we've got that to adjust to now. He had a few rough feedings in the middle of the night, but he seems to be coming around and things are looking up. Unfortunately, my poor little man looks like he got in a fight with a cat. He's so scratched up because his nails are so long. The nurses haven't offered to cut them and I don't have clippers with me. Thankfully, since he is now out from under the bili light, he is back to wearing a shirt that has built-in mittens. Hopefully his cute little face will stay protected now until we can get him home and trim those baby claws. I've loving called him "baby scissorhands".
When Callan was under the bili lights, he had to wear special eye protection. They adhered velcro to his temples and then stuck some sort of fabric type "sunglasses" across his eyes. Where the velcro stuck for 3 days, he now has lovely 1" square red spots. Hopefully they'll fade within a few days. His little chin has some red marks too (not sure what they are from). I feel so bad for his cute little face. But I still love it to pieces!
|zonked out - milk coma|
So that's where we are at, as of the moment. It's a good day. Lots of progress. Lots to be thankful for. Now we just have to focus on getting Callan home. That will be a great day.