Wednesday, April 16, 2008

100 Dias or Days

Ontem "celebramos" 100 dias de vida do Antonio, ou por outro lado, 100 dias que ele está internado... Susan (Enfermeira Chefe), Bridget, Sandra e eu passamos alguns minutos ao lado da cama dele, relembrando o quão pequeno e frágil o Antonio era há nem tanto tempo assim, e o quanto ele evoluiu nessas últimas semanas.

Para mim, é quase inacreditável e ainda me emociono em lembrar da pequena vez que eu o ví. Mas gora, como as enfermeiras dizem, ele agora é um menino crescido, só precisa aprender a comer e respirar!

Hoje a Sandra não pôde ir ao hospital, pois está sentindo um pouco a garganta -- é melhor prevenir que remediar. Então eu tive a oportunidade de passar um bom tempo com meu filhote. Pra começar, quem teve que trocar a fralda fui eu! Quando eu cheguei ao "quarto" dele, eu notei que ele estava "maduro", e assim que eu toquei nele senti o perfume do estrago que ele estava fazendo... Vou evitar os detalhes, mas foram 39 gramas!!!

Depois de trocar a fralda, eu pude dar a mamadeira pro Antonio. Muito engraçado, pois assim que ele viu a mamadeira na mão da Cathy, os olhinhos dela não sairam do leite e ele começou a estalar os lábios, pedindo a comida!



Ele tomou quase 30 ml de uma vez, e apesar de ter ido com sede ao pote, não teve nenhum problema. Eu dei uma pausa na mamadeira, e tentei fazer ele arrotar, mas o menino não trou os olhos da mamadeira e -- por incrível que pareça! -- ergueu a mãozinha na direção dela como que tentando pegar a garrafa de cima da mesa!

Após esse break, ele tomou mais 20 ml antes de cair no sono com o bico da mamadeira na boca... As fotos est post foram tiradas após colocá-lo na cama.
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Yesterday we celebrated Antonio's 100th-day anniversary, or on the flip-side, his 100th day in the NICU. Susan (the nurse practitioner), Bridget, Sandra and I stayed talking by his bed side, reminiscing of his first days and how small and fragile he was not so long ago, and how much he changed in the last few days.

For me, it is almost unbelievable and I still get somewhat emotional when I think of the first time I saw him… but now, like some of the nurses say, he is a big boy and just need to learn how to eat and breathe properly!

Today, Sandra could not go to the hospital as she is feeling a little her throat – it is better safe than sorry. So it was my luck that I could spend a lot of time with him, and to start I was the one that had to change his diaper! When I arrived to his pod, I saw is his face that he was rip, and as soon as I touched him I smelled the bouquet of the damage he was making – I will not get into details, but it weight 39 grams!

After changing his diaper, I got to feed him for the second time. It was funny, because as soon as he saw the bottle on Cathy’s hands, his eyes did not stop following it around and he started to smack his lips, asking for his food.

Antonio wolfed down half of the bottle in “one sitting,” and although he was going fast, he did take some breaks and did not have any problems. I took the bottle and tried burp him, but he did not stop looking at the bottle and – amazingly! – he extended his arms towards the bottle like he was trying to get it from the counter.

After this break, he drank another 20 ml before falling to sleep with the nipple in his mouth.. the pictures in the post are from after I put him in bed after the feeding.


1 comment:

ronaldo derly said...

QUEBRA TUDO ANTONIO HE HE HE AFINAL
O QUE ENTRA TEM QUE SAIR HE HE HE

UM ABRAÇO GAROTO

TIO RONALDO