Well, not exactly. That's what a baby who just spend two hours crying over morphine withdrawal and then got a hit of Versed and Benedryl looks like. Poor little Clara had a rough morning. We've been seeing some of the signs of withdrawal, like sneezing and yawning, but not the really nasty ones like inconsolable crying or twitching. Until today. Withdrawal hit this sweet baby hard this morning. We'd been weaning either morphine or versed every day for over a week, so it was about time that she hit a wall and we plateaued for awhile. But it sure was rough to watch her be unhappy. We've increased her Versed back to where it was day before yesterday and held off of weaning morphine today. We'll try to pick it back up in the next day or so.
Because that is a much sweeter sight. Clara and I had lots of quality snuggle time today, thanks to her little hissy fit. I'm so thankful that I can now pick her up when she's hurting. I remember so well those days in the PICU when she was in pain and I couldn't even touch her. There's such a peaceful feeling that comes from cradling and rocking and loving on a sad baby. Especially when it does calm and comfort her some.
|She's sleeping, but I'd like to think she's singing "Da da da da da da da da GO DEACS" in her dreams...|
Really, it doesn't get any better than this:
|Look at my mouth hanging wide open and letting all my oxygen escape!|