Since coming home from Children's, Lennox has turned the corner and continues to do well. He is thriving and growing more and more each day. He looks healthy and his cheeks have filled out and his visible ribs have disappeared. His jaundice is completely gone and his color is back to pink. So, we are headed down the right path and as the next couple of weeks come closer, we'll be hopefully revisiting his need for oxygen.
The whole oxygen thing initially caused me great anxiety. I've never had to deal with oxygen before, other than at work. But in the hospital, we just hook the tubing to the meter in the wall and patients are always on monitors when they have oxygen on. So when you have a newborn baby on portable O2 at home, it is a little more stressful. To me, anyway. There are no monitors to remind you to turn it on, or to alert you if the saturation level is lower than it should be. I admit, I have started walking and forgot to bring the portable tank with, or vise versa! I wake in the night in a panic, making sure that I remembered to turn it on when I changed the tanks. I worry about him pulling the prongs from his nose...and it goes on and on. Yes, it is a huge hassle, but little man needs it (for now) while he's sleeping. And I am getting better at relaxing and not allowing it to stess me out. Lord knows I have alot of other things I need to be thinking about. I have been taking it off when he's awake and alert, and it's nice to see his sweet face without the extra plastic tube under his nose. I think he likes the break too.
All in all, we have developed a routine and we have gotten to know each other. It was a bit of a rocky start, but we figured it out and now it is as natural as the air we breathe.
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