This birthday came and went. We were so excited and focused on getting Hoyt home that birthdays didn't top our list. Hoyt was able to come home Sunday night before my birthday on Monday. Getting him home was most definitely my only birthday wish! We came home from the hospital to find that Mom had the house decorated and some treats waiting. Mom and Brooklyn came over the day of and we had Cafe Rio and held our newest little babies while our older two were out of our hair for the day. While in Phoenix at the hospital Willie and I both went to a favorite of his to celebrate both our birthdays as we had spent our entire birthday month in the hospital. The sandwiches were huge as well as DElicious. Monday night Willie got sick so my birthday/date night out to sushi quickly turned into a night in with our babies...and honestly after this last month it was a great way to spend a birthday!
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Shortly after Hoyt started breastfeeding in the hospital he began spitting up a yellow substance. The spitting up then became a full blown throwing up. Coming through his nose and with more force then just spit up. During our four day stay at the hospital we showed this to the nurses and asked if it was normal. We were told it was. We then met with the pediatrician while still in the hospital and again were told it was normal. He still had quite a bit of jaundice and not knowing and never having seen this before I just assumed it had to do with jaundice. Possibly that he had some acid reflux or since my milk hadn't exactly come in yet maybe it was just that color from the colostrum.
After being home for three days I called the doctor and let him know I had an appointment set for the following day but that I was really concerned about this. My original pediatrician wasn't available but they said I could come in to see an associate that day. When he came in I started to ramble on about why I thought the jaundice was a problem.. he stopped me mid sentence and said, "The only reason I asked that you come today instead of tomorrow is because you mentioned his throw up was this color." He asked how often his spit up looked like this. I told him the only thing to ever come out of his mouth at all was this. He said that was his concern that he's afraid he may have a twisted bowel or an obstruction of some sort. He asked me to wait in the room and went outside the door to speak to a nurse. I evesdropped on the conversation (of course!) He instructed her to call around and see who could do a barium scan on him today and that it was STAT and if someone had a problem with doing it today to get him on the phone.
We were able to see him directly after surgery while in recovery and then were told we could go home and rest for a while as he would be sleeping off the medication. It was nice to shower, wash my face, get some eye drops and lay down for a minute but after a few hours we were ready get back to him.
It started to seem like this was going to last forever! The days kept coming and the Doctor kept giving orders of no food until he pooped. A week after being in the hospital and still no poop and little signs of one to come we asked our close family and friends if they would join us in fast and prayer that Sunday. It might seem irreverent that we were "praying for poop". Although we were fasting and praying for his health and recovery in general we literally were hoping for him to poop so that he could begin the process back to eating and digesting on his own as that would be the best indication that the surgery was successful.
Once he was able to eat he picked it right up. He did awesome and within a day was ready to be breast fed again. After getting a little food he perked up, wanted to be awake and starting acting like a regular happy little baby! within 2 days of eating he was able to go home.
We had an amazing nurse named Maggie. It seemed like she was always there the nights we both had to go home. It was such a relief to know he was getting taken care of and loved. Thanks Maggie!
One really happy Mommy! So happy to finally get him home!
This was most definitely a trial. One of the first serious trials I've had to face in my 28 years. There was a lot of heartache and a lot of pain. However, Willie and I were able to witness the power of prayer and fasting. We were surrounded by the love and strength of our families. I kept wanting to turn to Willie or to our parents or to the doctors. I wanted them to just fix it so it would go away and we could come home. You gain a different perspective after being in a childrens hospital for 2 weeks. We saw a lot of sick children, born premature, birth defects, disabilities and children with cancer. How great are their trials? How difficult for their families and parents? Ultimately I turned to my Heavenly Father for comfort.. someone who would understand exactly how I felt. Willie and I have both grown as individuals as well as in our marriage, as parents as well as strengthened our families.
Adversity and Prayer, Bishop H. Burke Peterson, First Counselor in the Presiding Bishopric
Here is his birth announcement I had planned to send out. But having it here on the blog will have to do.
By the time we got home from our hospital stay Hoyt was already 5 days old. I wanted to make sure I did his newborn photos while he was still brand new. However he still had a little jaundice and was sporting a yellow hue. Luckily my excitement to finally photograph my OWN newborn got the best of me. The day before we found out he would need to go in to surgery I set up a little shoot on my bed and got these photos. I am so glad I was able to get some of him with all his newborn sweetness. Glad to get photos of his perfect little body before incisions, stitches, and needle marks. His little lips, his A-mazing hair, his soft fuzzy shoulders and cheeks. Such a sweet, content and happy baby even considering everything he has been through. Truly a little tiny angel!