Praying for Poop

I should have started this a long time ago, but I didn't, so here is the quick version of my two month olds long story. I had extra fluid through my whole pregnancy and had several ultrasounds. No one could find anything wrong. We went in to have our little girl expecting that we knew the drill since this was the fourth time around.
On the operating table after my c-section I saw fear in my husbands eyes for only the second time in our whole marriage. The first time involves trying to buy purses at the LA fashion district. Funny story. This time, it wasn't so funny. Georgia was born choking on meconium and fluid. After a minute of trying to get her to breath she had an apgar score of 5, at five minutes apgar score of 9. They watch her a bit and bring her to me clean bill of health. A little more excitement than the older three, but all was good.
It wasn't too far into having her back with me that I realized it was not all good. She couldn't seem to coordinate the suck. After a lot of work she managed to suck but the milk started coming right back up and out of her nose. What?!?!?  After the night nurse condensendingly calling me mom all night and saying just suck her out she'll get it, the day shift started. Marlene my delivery nurse was my nurse again and Georgia's angel. She took her back to the nursery and within 5 minutes Georgia stopped breathing and turned blue. Air vac was sent to rush her to a nicu and that leads me to where I am now. Out of nicu for a month, no services or therapies to help Georgia, back in the hospital after second major surgery, and praying for poop.

It all hasn't been bad. Georgia's a sweet, fun baby full of smiles. People have rallied around us to serve and offer friendship. This blog is to record Georgia's journey, trying to navigate through this world with feeding difficulties. I'm sure this won't be the last time I'll be praying for poop and if you've ever loved a tubie kid, you know exactly what I mean!