What do you want first? The good news or the bad news?
Well, first, take a good look at me. Notice anything different? No more endotracheal tube down my old wind pipe forcing pressurized air, oxygen and what-ever into my lungs. This is very, very Good News.
Another bit of good news–Grandma held me. She held me (all 6.2 pounds of me) for the first time–for an entire hour. She was very, very, happy!
She thinks I look a lot like my Mama when she was a baby. You decide.
Ok, now for the bad news….well, it was Bad when it happened….it happened early in the morning of May 20th–the day I flew home to Utah with Mama. The worse thing….grandma just found out about it today…12 days later and she is horrified! Grandma horrified is Bad, Bad, Bad!
At 3am that morning, Mama was sleeping in my room when she woke up watching my nurse attempting to “revive” me. When the nurse couldn’t, she pushed a red button and a bright blue light began flashing at my door and a very loud alarm sounded “Code Blue, Code Blue, Code Blue…”– they came running in….the Code Blue NICU Team. They used a blue air bag resuscitator to get me breathing again. Mama was crying. The Good news: I began breathing again. Apparently, fluid aspirated into my trachea and I was “drowning.”
More good news: my heart never stopped beating. The Bad news: Grandma just found out about it today. My Mama said she didn’t tell her because she didn’t want Grandma to over-react. Too late. I think I heard Grandma stop breathing herself when she “heard” about it. The Good News: every day since then, breathing on my own improves. Oxygen is still pushed through my nose but you can hear me breathing on my own! The Bad News: Grandma is still over-reacting.
I am Madeleine Rose 