Nom Nom Nom…for Dad
Yes that’s my tiny Nolan eating from a bottle I was giving him while in the NICU. This will always be an awesome moment for me and I’ll tell you why. Nolan wasn’t the best at bottle-feeding after birth. The nurses would give him about 15-20 minutes to complete a feed. If he couldn’t finish his feed on several occasions, they’d have to insert an NG (Nasogastric) Tube, which is a tube that goes in the nose and to the stomach for feeds. As you can see in the photos, he had an NG tube in by the time these were taken. They WANTED him to bottle feed, to maintain his sucking reflex, but they also didn’t want to take too long to feed. One nurse told me that bottle feeding for little ones is the equivalent of you and I doing a pretty strenuous gym workout. That burns a lot of calories for Nolan and he would need every single calorie for surgery, since he was so small.
It got to the point where Nolan, in his infinite stubbornness (recurring theme alert), wouldn’t drink for the nurses. None of them. Sometimes, though, he would eat pretty well for me. And just me. I was definitely feeling the Dad love there! So the nurses would let me hold him, which was priceless, and I would try to feed this itty bitty guy. The trick was to hold the edges of his ears just gently, which would supposedly help trigger his sucking reflex (who knew?) and use a couple fingers just under his chin. At first I was nervous because I didn’t want to do anything to hurt him or make him work too hard, but even the nurses were amazed: he was drinking for me! I tried to feed him as much as I possibly could because I absolutely loved that bonding time. I held him and he’d drink quietly and it seemed like all the problems would go away. It was a sweet time to be with my boy. And to be brutally honest, I wanted those moments with him as much as possible, because I knew what was looming and who knew how many chances I would get…
My bond with baby Nolan became a pretty awesome thing: he could be having a rough day with his monitor going all bonkers, and I’d walk in and talk to him and everything would calm right down. So he knew me…we bonded…and it was awesome.
Posted on October 25, 2013, in NICU and tagged bottle, CHD, congenital heart defect, dad, feeding, heart, heart baby, heart dad, HLHS, hypoplastic left heart syndrome, NG Tube, NICU. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.