Unfortunately on the way home Noah had a little tumble and scrapped his knee - the first of many I'm sure!
Jake was very content chilling in the back of the pram in the warm weather.
You two are awesome!
Love Mummy x
Thursday 11 July 2013
Sunny walk...
It was a glorious sunny afternoon in July so we decided to take Luke for a walk and to trial the new push chair with baby Jake in...
Unfortunately on the way home Noah had a little tumble and scrapped his knee - the first of many I'm sure!
Jake was very content chilling in the back of the pram in the warm weather.
You two are awesome!
Love Mummy x
Unfortunately on the way home Noah had a little tumble and scrapped his knee - the first of many I'm sure!
Jake was very content chilling in the back of the pram in the warm weather.
You two are awesome!
Love Mummy x
Monday 8 July 2013
Your first smile...
I was surprised it was so close to your surgery, maybe it was the relief of feeling better, but you smiled for us and I was lucky enough to get it on camera!
Here's to many more smiles to come!
Love Mummy x
Here's to many more smiles to come!
Love Mummy x
Saturday 6 July 2013
Sarah's birthday BBQ...
Today was Sarah's birthday and she invited us all to a BBQ she was having in her garden. Jake was asleep for most of it as it was so warm, however Noah took quite a fancy to the paddling pool - which unfortunately for him, was also our beer pool!
And just to clarify, he wasn't drinking alcohol, he was drinking the bit of water which had gathered on the top of the can!
Love Mummy x
And just to clarify, he wasn't drinking alcohol, he was drinking the bit of water which had gathered on the top of the can!
Love Mummy x
Wednesday 3 July 2013
All better now...
This was the first photo I took of you once you were home after your ordeal. It speaks a thousand words to me.
You had some tape over your stitches where the incision took place just over your belly button, but we could remove the tape after a week or so and the stitches will dissolve. You were better again and that was all that mattered.
xxxx
You had some tape over your stitches where the incision took place just over your belly button, but we could remove the tape after a week or so and the stitches will dissolve. You were better again and that was all that mattered.
xxxx
Pyloric Stenosis
It is quite difficult for me to write this as recalling it upsets me, however you are absolutely fine now which makes it a little easier.
On 27th June 2013 you were finally referred to a Paediatrician at Macclesfield hospital after what seemed a very long battle to get you there. Over a week a go you had begun to projectile all of your feeds. It wouldn't happen straight away, maybe a couple of hours afterwards. It was heartbreaking. You were looking dehydrated and thin which is not how a 5 week old baby should look like. We had seen 3 different doctors in the lead up to your referral who all had said you were fine - even though your father had Pyloric when he was the same age. It's hereditary, usually in boys and develops around 5/6 weeks of age.
When we saw the Paediatrician she was quite certain it was Pyloric but requested an ultra sound scan just to confirm, which it did. They took you in and attached you to a drip immediately because of your dehydration. It had to go into your head as you were so dehydrated they couldn't get the needle into a vein in your hand. You were on a couple of drips which needed to bring all your salt, potassium levels back to where they should have been. You had a tube going through your nose into your stomach which was drained every hour which stopped you from vomiting.
We were advised you would need an operation to get better but would need to be transferred to Manchester Children's hospital where it would be performed. I stayed with you the entire time. We spent one night at Macclesfield and were transferred the following night. Thankfully you were asleep for the majority of the time you were in hospital which was probably due to lack of energy, but I still cuddled you as much as I could and stayed with you over night. The thought of leaving you broke my heart - so I didn't.
We had to wait a good few days before they were able to operate on you. It took some time for your levels to get back to where they should be and they refused to operate until they were, but the time soon enough came. Noah was with Nana Jude while Daddy and I were both with you. It was in the evening and performed by Miss Humphreys, who we were told quite a few times she was one of the best. You were in surgery for an hour, I was numb. Daddy and I walked and walked around the hospital and just as the hour was up (although I didn't look at the time once as it would worry me if it was longer than an hour) we went back to your empty cot which we shouldn't have done really as it upset me but thankfully we weren't there for long when one of the surgical team came through the doors with his thumb up. I can't even begin to describe the relief I felt, I could actually breathe again. We were eager to see you and followed the doctor down to see you. I remember the hospital being incredibly quiet but maybe that was due to it being late. And there you were being held by a nurse in recovery, I was desperate to hold you again and cuddle you. You seemed a little uncomfortable and groggy, but that was to be expected. The canuler from your head had been removed to a small one on your foot so it was even easier to cuddle.
You still had to stay in for a couple of days as, as expected, you were still being sick which was because of your tense muscles. It was hard as I wanted you home now but we had to wait until you were keeping it down. You were just over 6 weeks old and we had to start the feeding from the beginning again from 1 ounce an hour, you had lost a lot of weight and all I wanted was to just give you a full bottle! It didn't take long at all until you were back to the feeds you were suppose to be on at 7 weeks and your weight soon caught up. For the last night you were in hospital I had come home to get some sleep and the next morning I got the phone call. I was outside with the boot of the car open and they said you had a great night and were ready to come home! I was ecstatic but also nervous. But I remember on the way home with you in the car, the sun was shining and I just remember thinking, I've got my baby boy back - now lets get on with living!
We are so proud of you for going through all that at such a young and vulnerable age.
Love Mummy x
On 27th June 2013 you were finally referred to a Paediatrician at Macclesfield hospital after what seemed a very long battle to get you there. Over a week a go you had begun to projectile all of your feeds. It wouldn't happen straight away, maybe a couple of hours afterwards. It was heartbreaking. You were looking dehydrated and thin which is not how a 5 week old baby should look like. We had seen 3 different doctors in the lead up to your referral who all had said you were fine - even though your father had Pyloric when he was the same age. It's hereditary, usually in boys and develops around 5/6 weeks of age.
When we saw the Paediatrician she was quite certain it was Pyloric but requested an ultra sound scan just to confirm, which it did. They took you in and attached you to a drip immediately because of your dehydration. It had to go into your head as you were so dehydrated they couldn't get the needle into a vein in your hand. You were on a couple of drips which needed to bring all your salt, potassium levels back to where they should have been. You had a tube going through your nose into your stomach which was drained every hour which stopped you from vomiting.
We were advised you would need an operation to get better but would need to be transferred to Manchester Children's hospital where it would be performed. I stayed with you the entire time. We spent one night at Macclesfield and were transferred the following night. Thankfully you were asleep for the majority of the time you were in hospital which was probably due to lack of energy, but I still cuddled you as much as I could and stayed with you over night. The thought of leaving you broke my heart - so I didn't.
We had to wait a good few days before they were able to operate on you. It took some time for your levels to get back to where they should be and they refused to operate until they were, but the time soon enough came. Noah was with Nana Jude while Daddy and I were both with you. It was in the evening and performed by Miss Humphreys, who we were told quite a few times she was one of the best. You were in surgery for an hour, I was numb. Daddy and I walked and walked around the hospital and just as the hour was up (although I didn't look at the time once as it would worry me if it was longer than an hour) we went back to your empty cot which we shouldn't have done really as it upset me but thankfully we weren't there for long when one of the surgical team came through the doors with his thumb up. I can't even begin to describe the relief I felt, I could actually breathe again. We were eager to see you and followed the doctor down to see you. I remember the hospital being incredibly quiet but maybe that was due to it being late. And there you were being held by a nurse in recovery, I was desperate to hold you again and cuddle you. You seemed a little uncomfortable and groggy, but that was to be expected. The canuler from your head had been removed to a small one on your foot so it was even easier to cuddle.
You still had to stay in for a couple of days as, as expected, you were still being sick which was because of your tense muscles. It was hard as I wanted you home now but we had to wait until you were keeping it down. You were just over 6 weeks old and we had to start the feeding from the beginning again from 1 ounce an hour, you had lost a lot of weight and all I wanted was to just give you a full bottle! It didn't take long at all until you were back to the feeds you were suppose to be on at 7 weeks and your weight soon caught up. For the last night you were in hospital I had come home to get some sleep and the next morning I got the phone call. I was outside with the boot of the car open and they said you had a great night and were ready to come home! I was ecstatic but also nervous. But I remember on the way home with you in the car, the sun was shining and I just remember thinking, I've got my baby boy back - now lets get on with living!
We are so proud of you for going through all that at such a young and vulnerable age.
Love Mummy x
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