Micah came home latching on like normal but he progressively got worse and worse at eating. It was a huge ordeal and I was having to struggle to get him to eat and not just suck and then fall right to sleep. I had an inkling that something wasn't right because I had nursed the girls and it was not at all like I was experiencing with Micah. Also, he was up screaming all night, horrible screams that I still remember to this day, and neither of us could get him to calm down. Again, I felt like something was just off about his crying like that. Then, the next day we noticed blood in his diaper and that was the last straw. We packed him up and headed to the hospital.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, exactly. Maybe a lactation specialist and an antibiotic... Instead we got a three day stay with included a spinal tap, multiple pokes with needles, blood draws, and a few abdominal ultrasounds. All of his spinal fluid tests came back negative but they noticed something "abnormal" about one of his veins attached to his liver. To make a long story short and because I do not feel like reliving it, they determined through further ultrasounds that his vein was fine and all his tests came back negative. He was dehydrated when we arrived from not eating and his bilirubin levels were high so they hooked him up to an IV, put him under the lights and gave him meds just in case (and to protect him from anything he may have come into contact with at the hospital).
This was one of the more terrifying experiences of my life. I prayed a lot and I prayed hard. Now I can joke that Micah just wanted the sympathy so that he would be babied and spoiled.
Daddy and our tough little dude.
Micah all hooked up and wrapped up, chillin' with Daddy.
Our poor guy looked so pitiful and helpless.
Micah's room while we were there.
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