Thursday, January 26, 2012

Dreamers love deliveries

Yes, deliveries are a welcome distraction.  There's nothing like a good delivery to take the sting out of a blah day.

And this was in so may ways a blah day.

I called the NICU like I always do to see how Kenna was doing.  And they had nothing new to report.  There are no changes.  Kenna is stable.  She is still on the oscillator.  She is still needing more oxygen than we'd like.  She still hasn't pooped.  And since they haven't had to make any changes to her breathing settings, it's safe to say that her lungs are still stiff, the arteries harder than they should be.

And I know that I need to be patient, that she can't make huge progress every day that we should be content that she's having a good day, a stable day, but I thrive on progress.  So, I spent part of the afternoon considering what I could do to inspire my daughter to poop.  I thought about the book Lindsay told me about...Everybody Poops.  Maybe I could get that from the library and read it to her.  Lindsay suggested she simply has the same problem as her mother.  Yes, ladies don't poop.  Only sometimes they do and little Kenna needs to.

Then I set to work.  Sam has me writing a gazillion SEO articles for Carolina Home Enhancements.  Oh, and they are all on the same topic.  Did I say I wanted to be a writer?  Because I do.  Just not this kind.  Ah, but until my novels sell like crazy and I can afford to devote more time to them than to the areas of life that pay more, but I enjoy less...I'm stuck writing about things I am say...less passionate about.

Then it happened.  I was outside working from the garage couch, because when you work from home a change of scenery is simply working from a different room, when the mail arrived.  And I love mail.  It's like getting presents...most of the time.  This time...actual presents.

My cousin, Becky, sent clothes for Kenna to wear in the NICU.  And I absolutely love them.  There are lots of cute designs, all NICU approved...meaning they have snaps to go around the IVs and splints and all that jazz.  And there are loads of hats.  Did I mention that I'm a sucker for hats?  I love me some babies in hats.  Poor Kenna.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that this might be what she has been needing all along.  You know how when you are sick and laying around in pajamas, not getting dressed.  At first it feels kind of good, but if you've been sick for days, there comes a time when the act of being dressed makes you feel better, less sick.  Clothes make the micro preemie.  At least...that's what I'm going with.

And wouldn't it be really neat if I dressed her and suddenly, she made a sudden turn for the better?  Because that's what I imagine happening.  I can see her suddenly perking up.  Clothes.  And a hat.

So thank you, Becky.  I'll take pictures of her in outfits...because I just have to.  Thank you for thinking of her.  Thank you for picking such pretty clothes for our baby girl.  And thank you for being so practical (NICU approved!) and caring.  And thank you for distracting me when I needed it most.

Hugs!

1 comment:

  1. Before the saw the part about ladies don't poop I was just thinking that perhaps Kenna is being too lady like. I think the book might do the trick. Hope she goes soon!

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