26 Sep: Creeping closer to the 2-kilo mark. Weight today: 1.995 kg and still taking 24 ml of milk every 2 hours.
The relief PD (also goes by the name Dr Ong) actually called me on a Sunday to update me of her progress. That’s really nice of him. He mentioned again that my baby’s breathing is still a problem that only time can heal.
She is officially 35 weeks and 5 days old today and I’m hoping that as she gets closer to her EDD and matures as the weeks go by, that our Feisty Fighter will fight this BPD and her lungs will be good as new.
27 Sep: Finally our baby is 2.01 kg and will be taking 25 ml of milk every 2 hours.
While I was there, Dr Ong (the relief one) came by. Since last Thursday, he has been my “alarm clock” as he would call and update me of my lil’ one’s progress around 8.50 am. It seems to me he would check on her in the morning and again in the evening; not sure if that is a good thing. It could go both ways, either he is a very careful and attentive PD or my lil’ one requires extra attention ‘cos something isn’t quite right.
Ok, I am paranoid.
Anyway, our baby gets more desats after a feed which implies that she still has reflux and her BPD also makes it worse.
I wish life would be easier and things go according to the nature of things, but again that wouldn’t always be the norm. All of us have something to struggle with, battles to fight whether internal or external, physical or mental. And even when things are going right and looking rosy, we complain, we whine and worse, we compare our good fortune with someone else’s and think ours sucks.
I’m happy with my life, but …
I’m hoping we could all be home as a family of four and my lil’ one will not need the Home Oxygen Therapy for months.
I’m hoping for her BPD to be gone quickly.
I’m hoping for her health to be back to normal and there will not be any other medical issues that will come up later in the near future.
I’m hoping that the hospitalisation bill we are incurring will be manageable.
I’m hoping that when I do return to work, it will be ‘cos I want to work and not ‘cos of the bills we will have to pay.
I’m hoping TJ and his baby sister will be the best of friends and even when they are the worst of enemies, they would forget about their vendetta after a night’s sleep.
I’m hoping the good Lord will not be disappointed in D’s and my faith as we struggle through this time.
Dearest Leia 