Last night was perhaps one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Ellie's nurse for the past three nights has been this great gal, Lorna. We confirmed last night that Lorna has been a nurse as long as Kit has been alive (since 1979). She's great. And she'd noticed that Ellie was clearly trying to "root" when she was awake and would suck on Lorna's gloved finger quite excitedly. So she had the day nurse yesterday ask the doctor if it was okay for Ellie to come off CPAP for 15-20 minutes to try "rooting" on mommy. The doctor approved so that's what we got to do last night.
She only latched on a few times and only briefly, but she did a great job off CPAP (until she got hiccups at the end) and she was definitely exploring and figuring things out. It'll be a while before she gets the whole "suck, swallow, breath" thing down, which is when she'll be able to fully breastfeed but for now we're working on her suckling skills.
I'm sure Elise will love me for telling this story when she's older, but she is a super regular little gal. And we love it! She only really fusses when anyone is doing anything to her (i.e. changing her diaper, taking her temperature, doing her "facial," etc.) and then when she's working on clearing her bowels. It's precious because she'll fuss, kick and flail her arms a bit, and then you'll hear the most adorable little toot come from her little bum.
In other news, as you can see from the weight tracker sidebar, Ellie's up to 2 pounds, 15.6 ounces as of last night! When we went to see her today, I could definitely see how much bigger she is now than a couple of weeks ago. And she's such a feisty little gal that everyone at the hospital says we're going to have quite a fun time when she comes home.
Also, Kit checked with the doctor yesterday on what their current estimated time frame for Ellie to come home. He said that we're currently looking at 5 1/2 weeks in a best case scenario. Please continue to pray for the Lord's will in our little girl's life and for her growth.
Today Kit ended up taking me to the ER because I am having chest pains. When I called my OB about them yesterday, he suggested trying some antacid since I didn't have symptoms of anything super serious but said to go to the ER if they didn't help. They didn't really help, and I had a really difficult time sleeping last night. So this morning Kit called the doctor's office again, and they said to go to the ER to ensure it wasn't a pulmonary embolism.
So we went into the ER, and after having an IV put in, blood drawn and a chest x-ray, I was diagnosed with "chest wall pain." The blood test that can help in deciding whether a CT is needed to check for pulmonary embolism was negative despite the fact that post-surgical patients (like me) often have relatively high results (I didn't) so the nurse practitioner in the ER said that we can be fairly sure that I don't have an embolism. So I'm now on 600 mg of ibuprofen every eight hours. It seems to be helping a little, and we're glad to know that it doesn't appear to be anything too serious. Praise the Lord!
Oh, and sorry that I didn't post yesterday. We went to most of church last night before going to the hospital, and it's right during my normal blogging time. Now on to some pictures of our beautiful little girl...
Wearing her very own cute pink onesie and showing off her great kicking skills. (Aren't those toes precious?!?)