**I totally meant to post before now, but I have been away from my computer ALL day!! And it isn't even all the way complete, but I wanted to get it posted! Accept my apologies please! I had issues with Timothys treatments today!!**
We spent a month in the NICU at Greenville Memorial Hospital. It was truly the longest month of my life! Here is how it happened:
I had full-blown, unexplainable Clampsia. Not pre-eclampsia, which most are familiar. No, Timothy and I had to be overachievers and go straight to Clampsia. I had two seizures in the middle of the night and ended up knocked out, by myself, in the OR having our baby. (Can you say, NOT IN THE BIRTH PLAN!)
{I always see ads of mothers holding their newborn babes right after birth. The beautiful bonding moment that takes place. I gotta be honest, those piss me off! I got cheated! I didn’t get to see or hold my son until about 7-8 hours after he was born. I have cried a lot about the time I missed with him while he was in one hospital and I was recovering in another}
With Timothy being 7 and half weeks early, they informed Brandon and an in-and-out of it me that he had a good survival rate, but his lungs would be severely underdeveloped, because they didn’t even have time to give me a steroid shot to help them along.
Timothy was born March 30th, 2010. Due to an intestinal blockage, he was transferred to Greenville for their level 3 NICU capabilities. They weren’t sure what was causing the blockage, because he had a small marconum poop, but the rest didn’t make it out. He had what they call a marconium plug. Many things can cause a marconium plug, but one of the main causes, Cystic Fibrosis. Holy cow, we freaked out! And it would take TWO weeks for the blood results to come back to tell us whether he did or not! (Which, they got a bad sample, so it took six weeks for us! Luckily, it came back negative)

We lived at my parent’s house that month. They offered us the Ronald McDonald House, but my parents only lived about 15 minutes from the hospital, so that seemed a waste, when there were other families that really needed it. Timothy stayed in NICU 1 for two weeks. It was really scary over there. I watched him flat line a couple of times; the nurse had to run over and shake him, super scary! And became really familiar with him having brady incidents. On top of that, all the other babies in NICU1 are most sick, so it is scary to hear all the bells and whistles at first. But by the time you are a NICU graduate, you can look at up at the screen and say what room, what bed and what the issue was.

We were only allowed to see/hold him for 30 minutes a day. And we were the only people allowed back there. All of our friends and family kept telling us they wanted to come see him, not understanding that they couldn’t. We would call after every feeding and ask how he was. Every night, like clock-work, at 11:00 pm we would call and get his weight for the day. Then, one glorious morning, Brandon called to see how he did through the night, and the nurse said, “oh, Mr. Blackwell, Timothy has been moved to NICU2. “ Glory day, Glory day!
In NICU2 we could spend as much time as wanted with him! No signing in and out and no door Nazi standing guard. We had a huge room all to ourselves that had a fridge, flat screen TV and a private bathroom! BUT the most important thing it had, was Tbird.
He was such fighter! I failed to mention before, but they didn’t even have to put him on oxygen. He fought hard to get to get his feeding tube out. Going from 1 bottle, to 2 bottles, to 4. Then slowly but surely, he got up to 8 bottles. He also had a tough time with regulating his own temperature. That took a number of weeks to get normal. I would always joke that we would be old pros at changing diapers after doing for so long in that isolate.

They called him “wild man” in the NICU from day 1, because he was constantly moving and kicking and pulling out all his cords. One day while Brandon and I were hunting in Target for any preemie clothes (SOO hard to find!) We saw a blanket that said “Born Wild” on clearance!! Yaya! So we bought it for him to drape over his isolate to protect him from the light.
I remember my first meltdown in NICU2 with my son watching. I remember trying so hard to hold it together to be strong for him, but just unable to anymore.
I remember riding the elevator up and down each and every day to see my boo!
I remember the first day in NICU1 having a gift bag from the
March of Dimes that had so many helpful and thoughtful things in it. And just like my blogging buddy
Heather, realizing that for the first time, I had a cause to support. I had something to stand up for and say, “this matters, take notice!”
I could go on and on and on with the daily grind that was our life for those days. I even sometimes forget little stuff that happened, until a blogging mommy going through the roller coaster now writes a post on it. I have said from day one in the NICU they taught us how to be parents. We were completely clueless before the kind, doctors, nurses and OT’s helped us. I know everyone has a picture in their head what childbirth would be like, what the hospital will be like and what coming home with a baby will be like. Mine was like anything I could of ever imagined!