My wife and I are spent. We carry all of the stress, depression, frustration and anger that we can stand, but there is no quit. This is our family. Nothing means more. Emma has taken a turn for the worse on pure negligence by her nurse. Early this morning the nurse broke both her PICC and IV. They incorrectly decided to place the IV on the left side of her head and she pulled it out. Then the placed it on the right side of her head with an enormous and unnecessary amount of tape. They shaved both sides of her head, yet managed to put the tape on mostly her hair, which will make it difficult and painful to remove. The nurse once gain failed to place the new PICC in, twice, and now the doctor proposes that Emma undergo another surgery to install a Broviac. The surgery can compromise Emma's fragile immune system, leave her open to a blood infection, and permanently damage her lungs. We refused and will insist that they place the PICC correctly this time.
Emma is in enormous discomfort, yet they have moved her again to a room for babies that are MORE stable. Unbelievable. Now, a nurse only comes by once every 3 hours despite her delicate condition. The nurses clearly have no experience with gastroschisis and neglect many of the assessments that need to be made. This leaves my wife and I to shoulder the burden once again by split shifts at the hospital with Emma while the other parent stays at home with Ava. I have used all of my yearly vacation yet I have spent virtually no time with my wife. We live in a parallel universe that revolves around 20 hours a day of single parent care. I am exhausted. She is exhausted. We just want Emma home. Now, we could be set back by months if we're lucky enough that Emma remains healthy despite the nurses. She is at the hospital now. I miss my beautiful wife.