Biscuit in her cushy house.
July 29, 2012, at 1:49 p.m. we welcomed Biscuit into the world. She was 7 lbs. even and 19 inches long at exactly 35 weeks gestation. First signs of her appeared healthy and developed, but within 10 minutes she started making grunting/creaking sounds instead of strong crying sounds.
They whisked her away to the NICU to further assess her before I could kiss her sweet little face.
This is what Biscuit looked like when I first met her. She was wearing what the nurses called a bubble CPAP to help her breathe.
This morning her nurse came over to my room to get my written consent to give Biscuit a blood transfusion. She was born anemic because of my blood loss before her birth. And her not-so-healthy blood was causing her to need more oxygen.
But it wasn't long before the Neonatologist came to see me to update me on her status and inform me that they would be intubating her as well (putting a tube down into her lungs to help her breathe and administer Surfactant).
So this is the squished chubby-faced Biscuit I got to see today.
I can't decide who she looks like. But she definitely fits in with the rest of the bunch.