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I am . . . the wife of Jeff, a mother of two, a daughter, a friend, a teacher, a student, a consoler, an advocate, a cook, a maid, a therapist, a nurse, a witness, and a sinner. My name is Tiffany, and I am the mother of 2 amazing gifts from God. My little Isabelle Hope was born 12 weeks premature in March of 2007. After a very rough start to life, Isabelle was diagnosed with having cerebral palsy. She is a constant reminder to me of God's unconditional love in my life as I share that same love with her. My little fighter Wesley was also born premature. 9 weeks before his due date Wesley was introduced to the family. He has taught me the importance of patience and trust in God as we watch him work hard to grow bigger and stronger each day. With the help of these two special, little people in my life, it is constantly revealed that Jeff and I are "Uniquely Blessed".

Saturday, April 16, 2011

I've Decided

So I have decided something after this stay in the hospital. I think all nurses and respiratory therapists should have to undergo all of the different procedures and things they do to patients during their schooling.

I have watched just during my visit today a nurse wiggle an IV around while trying to pull it out, suctioning Izzy's mouth all the way to the back of the throat, wrapping an ace bandage around a newly placed pic-line(I'm not sure that is how you spell it) that is obviously tender, more suctioning, trying to push a piece of gauze under the new feeding button which also is extremely tender, and more suctioning.

I've watched a respiratory therapist . . . push a mask onto her face to try to give her breathing treatments all the while pushing her nasal canula pieces up against her face between her eyes, suction Izzy way back in her mouth to try to make her cough so she can get the gunk they think is in her throat, suctioning with a tube that is being pushed back and forth down her nose till it bleeds a bit, and suctioning with a tube being pushed down her throat.

I hate watching them do all these things. I know some of them are necessary, but I wish the nurses and therapists had to experience all these things so they would understand why she is upset. Today the respiratory therapist kept saying, "I don't know why she is so upset, she wasn't that upset earlier today." Well of course she wasn't. How would you like a tube shoved down your throat over and over? How would you like to be poked and moved and prodded over and over when you can't even say how you are feeling?

At one point, I just wanted to scream "just leave her alone!" I hate watching her have to go through all of that. I just can't wait for it to be over, but we haven't even started feeding today. So I'm not sure how long our stay will be this time.

I just keep praying for quick healing, for her bowels to start working again, and for her to have understanding and gentle nurses.
Posted by at 8:07 PM

1 comments:

The VW's said...

It is so difficult to have to watch your child go through so much! In past hospitalizations, I know that I've wished that I could take on the pain so that Gavin didn't have to! And, it really does make us "Momma Bears" angry when we see people not being careful with our little ones, or when they make comments about our children being fussy! I've often said that I'd like to see some of the nurses, doctors, and aides lay down and take what our little ones have to take! They definitely would be doing some complaining of their own!

So sorry you are having to watch your sweet girl go through all of this! I'll be praying that she heals quickly and that she can get home soon! HUGS!!!

April 19, 2011 4:34 PM

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