Growing WesT: Wow. A New Post.

Well, it's been a while. Both of the twins have been home for a while now (3 weeks, where did it all go?) and are doing great. They ended up getting released from the hospital on the same day (May 6, 2009) after being in the hospital for a month. Each had their own unique issues that kept them from coming home for so long.

Teagan got an infection. I can't remember the actual name, but it's abbreviated as NEC. I'm told that it can be quite serious if it is not caught early. Fortunately for us, Teagan's was caught early and it amounted to a long week where he was not allowed to try eating food so his bowels could heal. They started his feeding progression from the beginning again and moved him slower than they did the first time in hopes of the infection not repeating. There was a period of time where we were sure that Wesley would end up coming home a week or so before Teagan due to this reset, but Wesley apparently could not bare to be away from his brother, so he came up with his own issues.

First were the SVTs (stands for Super Ventricular Tachycardia). Wesley's heart would on occasion suddenly start beating excessivley fast. It sounds scary, but, as we were taught at a more recent appointment with a cardiologist, it is not likely to be life threatening for him. It is mostly a comfort issue that can be managed with medication, that he will likely out-grow on his own, and that has a fairly simple procedure to fix if he does not out-grow it. However, when they first popped up it scared everyone a lot and thus delayed his homecoming.

It didn't delay his homecoming enough for him though. Right around the time where it looked like he would be coming home any day, he suddenly started letting his O2 sats drop. He ended up getting put on low flow oxygen (the smallest amount that the dial would actually go to). They would try every so often to take him off it, but he would still let his O2 drop. So they sent him home on oxygen. A week later (or what felt like a long weekend day) he was taken off. By himself. By ripping his oxygen tube off his face three times in a couple of hours. He hasn't looked back since.

Every one is doing well now. I am back at work and Heather is getting a handle on taking care of the kids while I'm away. Were getting into something resembling a working routine - at least when the twins decide to allow such a thing. Speaking of which, I hear screams. Back to the bottle again.