Saturday, May 28, 2011

PNICU

Xavier was moved to the Progressive NICU on Thursday night. When we left him that afternoon, he was doing great. He was still breathing fine with nothing new to report. We talked to the on call dr since Xavier's dr was visiting Harris' NICU for the day, and he told us repeatedly how impressed he was with Xavier. He smiled and told us, "This little guy thinks he's older than what he is."
When Tim called his nurse later that night to check on him, she told him that he had been moved to the PNICU since he was doing so well! This is definitely a step forward, which is what I pray for each and every day, all day. Babies are moved to the Progressive Unit once they are considered not critical.
Visiting him yesterday in this unit was a whole new ball game. The room is noticeably brighter. There are open cribs in the whole room instead of walls and walls of incubators with tiny spaces for parents to squeeze in next to them. There aren't as many monitors and machines wailing and beeping constantly. Toys, rocking chairs, car seats, and swings are in the room. Moms can be seen holding the babies and breastfeeding. There are also volunteers that visit this unit to hold the babies and cuddle with them. This makes me feel better since it is impossible for us to be with him all day, and the nurses do not have time to hold babies just to cuddle. The unit is just much more relaxed. This will be his new home until he is released, which I am hoping will be within the next 4 weeks.

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