The Story of Crankapotamus 1 and 2.

Hi all. How are you? we are not good here. Today has been a rough day. It started at 8:30 this morning. Brady woke up crying and was a little fussy. I brought him downstairs to feed him. He took about half of his bottle and that was it. Then he started crying again. Let's change his diaper. Crying again. Let's try to feed and burp again. Nope, crying. This game went on for about three and a half hours. Finally, we sit down after a serious rocking, and lullaby singing session. I watch him close his eyes, and he falls asleep. Nobody..Freakin.. move. I sat there for another 45 minutes rubbing his head and getting whatever last burps I could get out of him. Then I started to falls asleep. Not good, I better put him down. Into the bassinet we go. I lay down, cover my head with the blankets to make it dark. I grab my pillow and waaaaaaaa. Oh Brady my love, what is wrong? Ahhh, we haven't pooped in two days! There it is. Brady likes to brew his insides for a few days. He was fussy a few days back and this was the same reason. Basically our whole day has been holding playing "bicycle" with his legs, rubbing his belly, and holding him. We even stuck stuff up his tushy to stimulate him. Nothing.  He has been a miserable little man today. The only thing that keeps him from screaming is holding him. Then he falls asleep, and he sleeps well, because he is exhausted. A few days ago we gave him Glycerin to get him to go, but they said not to use it to much, so we are trying to hold off. We might have to use it again though. Craig bought some stuff that goes in his bottle to make him go, but it hasn't worked yet. There fore, I only have one picture of our little man tonight. I think it says it all.

                                                                             I don't feel good, I need to poop :(

Patrick
Oh Patrick, why are you angry tonight? Have you ever heard people say that they know when their twin is upset, or when something is wrong? I think this is the case tonight. Patrick was in a mood tonight, yet doing well. Does that make sense. He was bizzaro Patrick tonight. Here is why.

Normal Patrick Likes: Being held, eating from bottle, being swaddled in blankets, low saturation, high oxygen. He dislikes low oxygen, burping.

Tonight was different. Patrick hated being held, and he did not finish his bottle. Normal Patrick dsats to the 70's when he eats, and they have to turn up the oxygen. Bizzaro Patrick ate tonight, while sating in at 100% oxygen, and they had to turn his oxygen down. What? What the heck is happening today? Here is what I think was wrong. It was so freakin hot in the NICU tonight that I was ready to throw a fit while I was there and had to leave.  When I got there, I didn't notice it at first. Here is how it went down. I was scrubbing in at the sink when I hear my phone go off. It is his Primary saying she doesn't have him today. Level of irritation at a 1. I guess the other nurse in acute extension already was on her third day, so they said it would be unfair to take away her assignments. The way they decide things sometimes is screwy there.  It is confusing to explain, so I won't. Long story short, she didn't have him. I get to section and say hi to his nurse. Wow, it's warm over here. she says he is ready to go and I can get started. I take off his shirt, and was like, wow, you are clammy buddy. I take his temp and it is low. This happened once before. He was so warm he was sweating, which lowered his temp. I tell his nurse, he is really clammy, I think he is hot, that is why he is fussy. We have been through this before. I change his diaper and go to feed him. He is a little fussy during feeding. He doesn't finish the whole thing, which is unlike him. I can tell he is uncomfortable. Every time I put a blanket near him, he starts to squirm. Man, it is hot in here. I try to hold him when he doesn't finish his bottle. No go, he is upset, and his face is sticking to me. I try to move him around, and his cords get tangled. I fix them, and attempt to make him comfortable. Still fussy. I check his diaper, change it to see if that helps. We weigh him. He is 5.2 pounds. It is really hot tonight in here... His nurse asks me how it is going, and I say he is not himself tonight. I take off his blankets to see if that helps.  I tell her he is still annoyed. He is not usually like this, he is hot. I stand and hold him, rocking him. The cords get tangled again. Irritation level at 5. He starts to cry again, holding his breath, and starts to dsat. Patrick, get it together buddy. His nurse comes over to check on us. I place him down on the bed where he starts to cry, and his cords get stuck on the side of the crib.
Nurse: How is he doing?
Emily:  He is not happy. Why is it so freakin hot over here? What is the deal?
Nurse, maybe he would be happy on his belly. Let's wrap him up and see how he does.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Irritation level 9, about to implode!
Emily (In my head) Why the hell would I wrap him up?Why don't I go put him in your dryer while I am at it? I just said he is pissy because he is hot, and sweating. Why would I add blankets to him? You want me to put his heavy hat on too? Your are screwing with me right now right? Seriously, is the heat on? I am sweating through my shirt with this dumb gown on! Cheese and rice! Please move him back to the other side, I'm over this already. (text Craig) Brady hasn't pooped yet..are you kidding me.?Ugghhhhhhh!
I love you Patrick, but mommy has to go.  I untangle his cords one more time, and head out. I stop on the way out to see his primary and tell her the situation. She tells me she will keep an eye on him, and watch his temp. I will call to find out about his blood later.  On a brighter note, his hair looks good, and his eyes aren't as yellow anymore.  Here are the only pics I could get of Patrick tonight. Again, a picture speaks a thousand sweaty words.

                                                                                     I'm hot!

                                                                                  Still hot!

                                                                                 It's like a sauna in here!

                                                                                Finally calm enough to stop crying.

I hope tonight is better for the boys. It has been a bad day for both of them. Everyone pray for air conditioning for Patrick, and poop for Brady!

I pray to be in a better mood tomorrow.
Love to all
Em, Criag, and the unhappy crankapotamus boys.