It's official. Another baby is sick in the NICU. And it's mine. It's my baby. Again.
Owen's PICC line culture came back positive - proving his line was also housing bacteria. His first blood culture - taken yesterday - came back negative. The doctor assured me, however, that they often get false negatives on the first test. "Don't get excited just yet," she said.
Don't worry, I won't.
Sure enough, a positive culture on Owen's blood came back this morning. Fan-freakin'-tastic.
The twins were getting very close to co-bedding for the first time. Now we have to wait out the little guy's antibiotic regimen - another seven to ten days. Damn, damn, damn.
When Eliot got sick, she was lifeless and pale. She got so sick that at one point, they almost had to intubate her. Instead of going back on the ventilator, she got it together at the last minute, and was instead placed on the C-PAP to help her breathe until she recovered (not as much assistance as the vent). Owen, who we always believed was a little jealous of the attention that Eliot got during her illness, just needed his nasal canula turned up one notch. One little notch - that's all Owen needed to fight the infection. This kid is amazing. He may have a little jealousy issue, but he's amazing nonetheless.