Nolan Eason

At 1:03AM on Friday, March 30, 2012 my first child was born - a son. We named him Nolan Eason. 21" long, 5lb 3oz. He was beautiful and perfect in every way, except that he was stillborn. As we searched for answers to his untimely death, we also searched for comfort. This blog was created as a way of working through my sorrow by trying to find something beautiful in the world each day. Hopefully, along the way it will help others to heal as well.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Glow Worm

 I had hoped that we would be able to go home today but here we are still. Early this morning they came and got Ronan and preformed his circumcision. They told us he slept right through it. What a little trouper. They showed us how to change his diaper and apply the A&D ointment now to protect his circumcision. He seems pretty unphased by the procedure which I am glad for. I was really conflicted about having a circumcision done on him, but eventually we decided to go ahead and do it mostly because my husband was afraid of him being ridiculed later in school because he wasn't.

We learned today that Ronan's jaundice hasn't gotten any better so he was put on the biliblanket today. He has to remain naked with the biliblanket next to his skin and a blanket wrapped around him. It makes him look like a little glow worm but at least we are able to hold him still. Every couple of hours we have to move the biliblanket from his front to his back. Our visitors haven't slowed down at all though. Of course all of our parents stopped by at some point but also Susan and Shea came by. Tifni stopped by after work to hold him and check on us as well. Since we were here again another night, Marshall's Dad came up and brought us some homemade chili. It was delicious. I was able to get up and moving around a little bit more today although it is still really difficult for me to get up and down out of the bed.

I'm hoping that the biliblanket will be enough so we get to take Ronan home tomorrow. They said they will check his levels again in the morning and if they are still elevated they will contact the pediatrician and see what he wants to do about it. I officially got discharged tonight, but they are keeping me here and in the same room as a "nesting pair" with Ronan. The only difference is that I won't have nurses checking in on me and poking and prodding me, but they will still be coming in and checking on Ronan. Instead of the floor nurses taking care of both of us, it will be only the nursery nurses taking care of Ronan.


Well, when the shift changed for the night we were not happy with the new nursery nurses that came in to assess him. They were kind of rough with him and I could see Marshall getting more and more worried the longer they handled him. The clincher was late in the night when one of them came in to take blood from Ronan for his bilirubin test. He screamed like he had never screamed before and she looked like she was being so rough with his foot. It made me cringe. Marshall tried soothing him to no avail and then finally he told the nurse to be more gentle with him. The nurse got all defensive before leaving the room. Marshall was completely amped when she left. He handed me the baby to try to calm him down as he was still whimpering even after she left. He eventually settled down but I felt so bad when I looked at his foot and saw that she stuck him again in a foot that had already been pricked 5 times. The other foot had only 1 stick in it. Why would they keep torturing him in one foot? And why hadn't she given him sucrose like all the other nurses? Shortly after she left, the charge nurse came in to talk to us. Apparently, the nurse had told them Marshall was upset with her. We explained to her what had happened. She was very apologetic but that really didn't do much to ease our minds. Marshall told her that he didn't want Ronan leaving the room to go to the nursery for anything that they could do whatever assessments of him in the room and that he wanted a doctor to look at Ronan's foot to make sure the nurse didn't damage it. I'm now to the point where we can't get out of this hospital soon enough!

On an up note though, my milk has officially come in! I pumped two nearly full vials today which was by far the most that I have yet to pump. It's probably a very small feat in the grand scheme of things but when you keep getting more and more bad news its things like your milk coming in that make you happy. At least one thing is working like it is supposed to. In fact, the pediatrician was pleased that my milk is coming in so good and that we have been able to supplement breast feeding with hand expressing pumped breast milk to Ronan instead of formula. Apparently, the lactation consultant said that they have been having a lot of success with the new breast pump they had me using. When set on the "premie" setting it helps mother's milk come in sooner. Who knew?



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