Still in hospital. Oscar had a few setbacks yesterday and will now be continuing to test the facilities at Wagga hospital. He has had a pretty good afternoon though and stayed stable, so hopefully we will be going home mid week at the earliest, next weekend at the latest.
He is cranky, tired, miserable and hungry. He had a nasal tube feed today, his first feed in a day and a half – he screamed at the nurse the entire time because she wouldn’t give him the bottle and tube to drink out of.
He is frightened and angry and I don’t really blame him. I’d be pretty pissed if I were him.
We have managed to avoid being transferred to Sydney thanks to the tireless work of our pediatricians and the nursing staff who have taken on longer hours and extra shifts to man our little makeshift high dependency unit. One paed registrar has been here for over 24 hours between Oscar & his roommate, two emergency caesareans and the babies in the special care nursery. He’s got a wife and twins at home. She’s gonna be soooo pissed when he finally drags his tired feet home. We are so grateful.
In honour of all their hard work Oscar has thrown toys at them and ripped out two cannulas today. Not to mention screaming bloody murder whenever anybody encroaches on his territory between the filing cabinet and the cot he will not use.
I’m currently in the parent’s room while Paul tries to get Oscar to settle in his cot. I’d just like to say the pictures, they aren’t transporting me to a calm place. I’m going to have to go all Edenland on their asses.
Please keep Oscar and 2 month old Baby John, our HDU room mate, in your thoughts.
And BJ, our registrar. Poor bastard.