I talked to Lynn this afternoon. Junia has had two seizures and bleeding in the brain. She was transferred yesterday to the nearest NICU. Lynn's insurance wouldn't cover a transfer for her, but she and Dave are rooming in at the hospital and they are treating her like a patient. (She is only two days post C-section, for chrissake.)
I'm trying not to worry too much about Junia. I so hope things go well for all of them. Dave showed me pictures he'd taken of her right after birth and in the NICU. There's one the anesthesiologist took of Dave, Junia, and Lynn, right after Junia was born. Dave had a huge smile on his face, looking at the baby. It was so sweet. I want that smile to stay. Good god, I hope she's all right.
In the midst of this, Lynn is pumping. She's using an old hospital-grade pump, which is saying things. The one she was using at the first hospital was saying, at first, "up-beat, up-beat." Then it started saying "help-me, help-me." Lynn didn't say what the new/old pump was saying now.
My pump used to talk to me. It started out saying, "pump-ING, pump-ING, pump-ING." It also said "help-me, help-me," at times, and other things I don't quite remember. It can make you feel like you're losing your mind, when you're sleep deprived and either in the hospital or, like me, home and stressed and panicking with new infant twins.
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