Unfortuately, this week the baby isn't looking as good. The blood flow rate to the brain has increased (which shows that the baby is pretty anemic) and there is a bit of fluid around the heart, scalp and possibly liver. The fluid has been there for a while, but the blood flow significantly increased this week. The doctor said all this means the baby isn't going to get better without intervention. Thank you, Fifth Disease. I hate you with the burning hatred of a thousand exploding suns.
Anyway, tomorrow they will be giving the baby a blood transfusion into the umbillical cord using a needle guided by ultrasound. It only takes about 30 minutes or so. They may have to give the baby a drug to paralyze it, which is a bit terrifying. John asked the doctor if he had much experience doing this and he answered, "I was the first person to perform this procedure in North America." So, at least we are being seen by the best!
We will know a lot more tomorrow after they actually get a sample of the baby's blood. It will show exactly how anemic it is and other things as well. John and I were so baffled that I think we hardly heard what the doctor was saying.
We were supposed to be leaving tomorrow morning for our Florida vacation. So, this whole thing just SUCKS, SUCKS SUCKS. But, on a positive note, at least John is here in town (granted, this is his one vacation week of the year, which hardly seems fair) and Becca is in good hands. She is on her way down to Texas with my parents and then she'll be staying for a few days at Jo Anne's.
And let me tell you, it is WEIRD to be at home without Becca. As John and I were in the airport this morning, I looked longingly at every 2-year old. I felt sad that Becca wasn't with us and I missed her terribly. Then, I remembered all the hundreds of hours I have spent in airports, a spastic toddler running in every direction, looking longingly at all those lucky people travelling without kids. Motherhood is such a conundrum. I will never get to the bottom of it.
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