Vana

lucky-E-leven said:
:rose:

For what it's worth, I had my NICU rotation last week and saw three babies (all born at 26 weeks) not only surviving but thriving. It's not an ideal situation you're all in, but there is hope yet. Our hopes and heartfelt wishes are with you.

Not ideal. Not easy. Not hopeless either.

:heart:
 
I counted the weeks too, things are definitely dicey but I am wishing for the best.
 
just got home from the hospital. Vana's goin in for emergency C section because they cant stop the bleeding

she's been having contractions for 6 hours and they can't stop it.

her best friend and her ex is with her now.

now we wait.
 
femininity said:
just got home from the hospital. Vana's goin in for emergency C section because they cant stop the bleeding

she's been having contractions for 6 hours and they can't stop it.

her best friend and her ex is with her now.

now we wait.
God bless you Fem.
 
I knew there was a reason I couldn't sleep tonight... :(

Hoping, praying, for the little things.... :rose:

----

it’s the little things

When wrapping presents
or mostly now just the presents for your birthday,
I always press down on the tape
with the most gentle care,
in the same way the nurses did,
years earlier,
when pressing tape to your sunken cheek
to keep your feeding tube in place.

I do this only with tape.
Rubber bands and safety pins have lost their meaning,
although they meant just as much
back then.
Maybe because no one really uses rubber bands
or safety pins any more,
outside of the hospital.
I only get rubber bands around junk mail
and broccoli stalks. What joy is there
in broccoli stalks?
As for safety pins, sometime as a grandparent
I will mention safety pins and your children will ask,
“What’s a safety pin?”
and I will smile and think of carbon paper.
If the memories have survived in my head,
I will also see the two safety pins in your tiny knit hat
and the rubber bands looped around them
which held the breathing tubes to your mouth.

So much technology to keep you alive.
Millions spent
in developing monitors, regulators, pumps and medicines;
in years of training doctors and nurses;
in building hospitals, elevators, carts, and hallways;
all dependent on
tape, rubber bands, and safety pins.

You don’t know this, you’re only four,
already four,
but when I cup your face in my hand
and stroke your cheek with my thumb
I’m feeling for the tape.
I do this as often as I can
knowing in just a few years, maybe when you’re twelve,
you’ll stop me because you’re embarrassed.
And then I’ll have to wait years,
decades
until I’m old and you let me touch you
as I want to touch you
out of respect for my age
and fear for the loss of my touch,
then
I will cup your face in my hand
and stroke your cheek with my thumb,
and be happy that I feel
no tape.

--Scott Landsbaum
 
All my hopes and prayers for a wonderful, loving woman. :rose:
 
SelenaKittyn said:
I knew there was a reason I couldn't sleep tonight... :(

Hoping, praying, for the little things.... :rose:

----

it’s the little things

When wrapping presents
or mostly now just the presents for your birthday,
I always press down on the tape
with the most gentle care,
in the same way the nurses did,
years earlier,
when pressing tape to your sunken cheek
to keep your feeding tube in place.

I do this only with tape.
Rubber bands and safety pins have lost their meaning,
although they meant just as much
back then.
Maybe because no one really uses rubber bands
or safety pins any more,
outside of the hospital.
I only get rubber bands around junk mail
and broccoli stalks. What joy is there
in broccoli stalks?
As for safety pins, sometime as a grandparent
I will mention safety pins and your children will ask,
“What’s a safety pin?”
and I will smile and think of carbon paper.
If the memories have survived in my head,
I will also see the two safety pins in your tiny knit hat
and the rubber bands looped around them
which held the breathing tubes to your mouth.

So much technology to keep you alive.
Millions spent
in developing monitors, regulators, pumps and medicines;
in years of training doctors and nurses;
in building hospitals, elevators, carts, and hallways;
all dependent on
tape, rubber bands, and safety pins.

You don’t know this, you’re only four,
already four,
but when I cup your face in my hand
and stroke your cheek with my thumb
I’m feeling for the tape.
I do this as often as I can
knowing in just a few years, maybe when you’re twelve,
you’ll stop me because you’re embarrassed.
And then I’ll have to wait years,
decades
until I’m old and you let me touch you
as I want to touch you
out of respect for my age
and fear for the loss of my touch,
then
I will cup your face in my hand
and stroke your cheek with my thumb,
and be happy that I feel
no tape.

--Scott Landsbaum
god thats beautiful :heart: :heart: :heart:
 
moonlight elf said:
How long has she been in there?

*HUGS* Fem.
Hang in there.....they will be just fine. :rose: :heart:
not sure exactly what time she went in but its been over an hour
 
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