Moving on Up?
As January 2012 gave way to February, I knew exactly what I wanted for my birthday: for Nolan to be home from the Hospital. Fortunately, we had some progress in this regard. One day my wife texted me that Nolan was going to be moved from CVICU up to Progressive Care. Like I mentioned in my last post, this was absolutely bittersweet. I mean, while no one wants to be in an ICU for any reason, we felt pretty spoiled by the CVICU staff: they took awesome care of Nolan AND us. Every night I was there, I was asked by a staff member if I would need a sleep room. I wouldn’t, because I had to be home with the other kids, but the gesture was nice nonetheless. On the other hand, going up to Progressive Care was a clear sign that he was getting closer and closer to coming home!
A little later on in the day, my wife texted me Nolan’s new room number. I had a break in the day so I called her to ask how everything was going. Her reply: “I don’t really like this floor as much.” When I asked why, she said that the nurses had more patients than the 1-on-1 care we got at CVICU and that it was lengthy periods of time between someone coming in to check on Nolan.
I hoped that things would improve and this was just a temporary bump. I HOPED. But when I got home, Bekah confirmed what she mentioned earlier. So I scarfed down dinner and headed down to the Hospital. I got up the Progressive Care floor, having never been there before, and was pretty amazed. There were a TON of rooms…and it was super-loud. Lots of noise in the hallway and people talking in nurses stations and whatnot. Definitely not the peace and quiet I was used to in CVICU. Regardless, I went to Nolan’s room and found him asleep…and alone. That was pretty depressing. I looked around for a nurse but couldn’t find one. So I went to the nurse’s station and waited and waited until someone decided to notice I was there. I asked for my son’s nurse and was told she’d be in to the room momentarily. I waited…and waited. Finally the nurse came and I asked her the same set of questions I’d ask the CVICU nurses: how was his day and what is his weight? The nurse gave a non-specific “He’s having a good day” and then said “Let me go look up his weight, I’ll be right back.” Yeah, she didn’t come right back. About an hour later she returned with a scale to weigh him. Ugh. Was this was Progressive Care was like? You gotta be kidding me! His room was much smaller than his previous one, so all his bouncy seats and whatnot took up a ton of space, to where you almost couldn’t move around.
After the weigh-in, I didn’t see the nurse again for the rest of my visit until I was ready to leave. I went to the nurses station to get the phone number for that floor, so I can call routinely during work hours and get updates on Nolan. To make it worse, I had to go home and leave Nolan there. On my way out I saw his nurse…I practically begged her to check on him routinely since he was going to be alone. She assured me she would. I hope she did.
On the way home, I was really bummed out. I couldn’t get the thought of my almost 2-month old laying in that bed all day with very little interaction in terms of nursing visits. He went from being rocked by CVICU nurses to being practically ignored. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was consumed with trying to figure out how to get Nolan some more love and affection when I or Bekah couldn’t be there. I didn’t have a ton of PTO time for work, so I couldn’t take time off…maybe they’d let me work from the hospital? No, that wouldn’t work. It was so frustrating.
I went to work the next day and called Progressive Care about 4 times to check on Nolan. I’m sure they got annoyed but I didn’t care. That’s my son. You know what they say about the grass being greener…well so far, the grass definitely wasn’t greener…
Posted on November 30, 2013, in CVICU, Progressive Care and tagged CHD, congenital heart defect, CVICU, HLHS, hospital, hypoplastic left heart syndrome, nurse, Progressive Care. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.