First, can we all just take a moment to marvel at how kind and sweet of a mother I am to post such a glamorous picture of Evan for the feature image of this blog post?
If you’re one of Evan’s NICU nurses, you may have been anxiously awaiting this post since I started the blog. MRSA, our constant companion, gets its own post as it has been our longest fought battle outside of breathing and eating which I guess are important too, but clearly not important enough for their own posts. Just kidding. We love that Evan can breathe and eat even if it’s with help from machines and pumps.
On our second week in the NICU, we came in one morning to find a cart in front of Evan’s care space. I remember thinking for a moment that this was super annoying to have a cart parked in his care space when there was plenty of other open space in the pod. But then his nurse came over and explained that the cart was there because Evan was on isolation for MRSA. They explained that the babies get their noses swabbed every Sunday night to test for MRSA to try to limit infection risks on the floor. Evan would need two weeks of negative swabs in a row to get off of isolation.
So there began the weekly saga of Monday morning cart checks as we entered the pod. Evan usually tested positive every week, but some random weeks we would get a negative just to get a positive again. He just couldn’t kick it! That’s probably because that lovely MRSA decided to make a cozy little home in the tear duct of his right eye.
But one day it finally happened! And I was oh so glad to have Martha as our nurse that day. She knew the weekly struggle it was to see that darn cart in front of the care space. I remember she had to bully the doctor into actually pulling him off isolation because they were so skeptical of his eyeball; they wanted to just keep him on isolation until he left! I mean, I don’t really blame them. He’s ridiculous and can’t be trusted. But she finally got them to agree to pull him off since he had two weeks of negative swabs! We did a little happy dance, and she rolled his cart away! No more ugly yellow gowns!
The very next week we were back on isolation until we left the NICU for good. Can’t win them all, I guess. But hey, that was a whole week of no isolation. Victories are victories.
If you’ve followed our story and seen a lot of pictures of Evan, you’ve probably noticed that half the time he looks like he got in a fight or he had some incident with radioactive waste. That’s the MRSA eyeball I’ve been talking about. We love him, MRSA and all. He has been on more rounds of antibiotics and eye drops for this than I can count, and now he is FINALLY old enough to get the surgery needed to unclog and open up his tear duct. Praise Jesus! The goopy eye will not be missed!
We have had to spend so much time “milking” the goo out of his eye which is just as gross as it sounds, just ask our nurse, Amber. When it’s really bad we go through about a dozen washcloths a day doing warm compresses to keep it clean. There was even one day in the NICU that our nurse had to just tape the warm compress to his face because he wouldn’t stop thrashing. Evan loves the angry thrash; its his signature move. I laughed so hard that day.
We were kind of hoping Evan’s eye would stay clear after we left the NICU since he wouldn’t be in a hospital anymore. Nope. No such luck. We got a new kind of eye drops and started another round of antibiotics very shortly after leaving. Since then I think we have been on antibiotics on average once a month to keep his eye from getting too bad. When it gets really bad he gets skin breakdown around it, and since it cultures as MRSA every time, that can be dangerous as we don’t want staph to spread.
We have been put on isolation for it as well on our PEDS floor stays too. That I don’t mind as much because I am terrified of all the other kids’ germs (NICU babies don’t really have germs). I think I actually asked to be on isolation last time we were there. I just started shouting, “He has MRSA!” hoping someone would do it. Our life is pure comedy. It really is.
I cannot wait for March 8. That is the day of his surgery. Getting this eye fixed will be so much more comfortable for him and lessen his risk of staph when his eczema flares on his face. I also can’t wait to never have to respond to this phrase from a new doctor again, “So tell me about this drainage around his eye.” They will probably be glad too because my response is usually quite flippant. “Oh that’s just his MRSA eyeball. It’s fine.” And we won’t have to joke with the nurses and docs who know him well by just tilting our heads and saying, “So the eye…”
I laugh at myself remembering how I got freaked out by them telling us he swabbed positive for MRSA (because it’s so common in case you didn’t know!) since I now make at least 10 jokes about his MRSA eye a day. Even when he is between flare ups, I still call it his MRSA eye. But in just two short weeks, it will be a MRSA eye no more!
Feel free to laugh at my anxiety over his surgery once were actually closer to it. It’s a necessary evil and I am so excited to finally get it done, but it is still scary for this mama!
ANNOUNCEMENT FOR NEXT WEEK!
Now for something fun and hopefully informative! Next week, I would love to do a post where I answer YOUR questions about Evan, our life, etc. You can use the contact feature on this webpage to send me an email with your questions. I know I have tried to give all the details of Evan’s journey, but I am certain there are things I have missed or not explained well enough. Please don’t be shy with your questions! I started this blog as a way to educate and encourage so I want to do just that! If your question is broad you can always pose it as a suggested post topic! I would love that!