Let my Woody go!

When Woody was in NICU land
LET MY WOODY GO
Oppressed so hard, and he can't stand!
LET MY WOODY GO

Go down Nathan
Way down in NICU land
Tell them Neonates
to LET MY WOODY GO

Today is the day. After work, I'm meeting Maggie at the hospital and we're springing him. We've been working really hard to make the house acceptable in terms of cleanliness; we have an air freshener, we've cleaned the air ducts and the rugs, and we've been maniacally cleaning every surface with Lysol (c'mere, dog!).

It's pretty comical how much a) medicine we have to give him and b) how much equipment he requires. Let's review each.

Medicine:

• Pulmicort, delivered by nebulizer (we were trained on this Wednesday). 2x daily.


• Potassium Chloride, to help keep his electrolytes up.


• Prevacid, to keep his reflux from eroding his esophagus.


• Diuril, diuretic #1.


• Lasix, diuretic #2.


• Some weird antibiotic, as a preventative measure for his kidneys.


• Singulair, for his lungs.

I probably forgot something here.

Equipment:

• Oxygen, with tubes and regulators.


• Monitor (apnea and heartbeat).


• Nebulizer (it's a glorified air pump).

This doesn't seem like much written out, but if you include all the normal baby stuff (the diaper bag*, the car seat, the feeding supplies), it's probably about forty pounds or so. Which is why we're getting a handicapped sticker for when we have to tote him around. Or, as certain un-PC family members may or may not have loudly proclaimed, a "cripple spot".

Needless to say, we're so very excited that I am about to explode.

*I'm trying to save up for this one, as my diaper bag, because I want a cool one. But that may be awhile.