There was a cheerful sign adjuring all parents and visitors to scrub at the scrub sink in "Bay 2".I don't know how it works in other hospitals, but Cedars-Sinai's NICU is divided into six large rooms, each called a Bay. See, I'm teaching you important things already. Like how to speak "Overstaying-our-welcome-in-the-hospital-ese". I spent my minute or so scrubbing my arms and being sprayed by the super soaker that is the scrub sink in Bay 2. Next stop was Baby's bedside.
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Baby's NICU home |
Still, a friend's baby and our Baby are not the same. Our baby had an IV dripping into his arm. The tubing was as thick as his fingers. He had another, thinner tube - reminiscent of a colorful Crazy Straw - in his mouth. This was there to relieve his stomach of any waste buildup, as of course, it had no place else to go. He also had a cannula delivering oxygen to his nose. Oh, and multicolored strands of wiring hanging from his foot, monitoring everything and anything the doctors could think of tracking. I sat and sang quietly to him- for lack of anything to say- while I waited for "his" nurse to come introduce us.
My eyes wandered the room, checking it out. That phrase sounds familiar; I hope I do not plagiarize. It was dimly lit, hushed (except the occasional rhythmically beeping machine) and sterile. The nurses wore a hodge-podge of hospital attire. The duty list of nurses was written out in a bold black hand on the whiteboard in the corner. There were 8 beds in our bay, only four of which were occupied that Thursday afternoon. Just across from us a ventilator hummed, keeping one of our room-mates oxygenated. I thanked G-d for all the healthy babies - mine, yours, hers- who were not confined to glass cots and ward procedures.
My eyes wandered the room, checking it out. That phrase sounds familiar; I hope I do not plagiarize. It was dimly lit, hushed (except the occasional rhythmically beeping machine) and sterile. The nurses wore a hodge-podge of hospital attire. The duty list of nurses was written out in a bold black hand on the whiteboard in the corner. There were 8 beds in our bay, only four of which were occupied that Thursday afternoon. Just across from us a ventilator hummed, keeping one of our room-mates oxygenated. I thanked G-d for all the healthy babies - mine, yours, hers- who were not confined to glass cots and ward procedures.
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