Got home this evening - hurrah!!!
I've only just had time to scroll down a few posts-worth, and have yet to unpack hospital bag, but here goes.....
Mischa is much, much better, and thank you to all who asked after her/me. Its been a hell of a ride, this past week's rollercoaster (just when you think they're getting better, they get worse - and vice versa) and I know more about intensive paediatric care than I ever hoped to. But the long and short of it is that Mischa had bronchiolitis pretty badly: she has a 'floppy larynx' (I know a couple of you mentioned those, what feels like ages ago) which is no big deal in itself, but can make respiratory tract infections more severe. She's also very little. I was petrified when she went into the High Dependency Unit, but its where she needed to be and they were brilliant. The uncertainty and getting iller went on for days, and I lived in the hospital 'hotel' for most of it - waking up at 2.30am or so to express milk and check on Mischa, never knowing what I'd find going on in the HDU. One time there were cardiac arrests going on, another time curtains were pulled around her bed...you can imagine what went through my head, but they'd just moved her across the room to make space for another bed. A few more grey hairs, that one.
Two nights ago, she was well enough to be booted off HDU into a sideroom on the main ward (to make room for someone sicker) and I packed my bags at 1am to trundle down a floor to sleep beside her. Or, not sleep - monitor kept beeping. Then as suddenly as she got sick, she got well. Within 48 hours she no longer needed oxygen, started being able to cope with bottle and then breast feeding without choking/coughing, and today, just after the last tube came out, she SMILED . A real one, eyes and all, looking straight at me. So did I.
DH and dd have been stars, though dd has been very upset at times - she had the hacking cough throughout, dh is sick (same bug probably) and I am just starting it, but the family is back together again and we're all pretty happy. Once we stopped being scared that Mischa was going to die, the worst bit was being apart so much, especially so soon after a birth, and over dd's birthday and Christmas.
The best bit was the support amongst parents, and some of the nurses. And the canteen vouchers for Nursing Mothers (made me feel like I was in the war and had Done My Bit, somehow) which provided me with mega fattening stodgy comfort food twice a day .
That has to be the longest post I've ever posted: but telling you a bit about this past week might help me move on from it. A part of me is still in shock, so talking helps...
And MardyBum, I'm thinking of you lots - I can only imagine how scary and shocking it must be waiting to get more information, and having to deal with not knowing whats going to happen. And dealing with your LO through it all. Puts my week into perspective..
New Year love & hugs to all, I'm looking forward to catching up as much as possible, and talking feed, sleep, sibling issues again!