The one thing through all this? I’m so, so, so thankful for the absolutely amazing health insurance I have. Cost has never once had to be a consideration in all our treatment options.
Things did not go well. We’re headed to the hospital. He’ll be admitted overnight.
Cross your fingers and toes and pray to whatever gods you do or don’t believe in that our aggressive nursing, donor breast milk supplement, and near constant blue light therapy made his bilirubin levels drop. We get tested at 10:30am.
The American medical system at its finest: “your baby isn’t on your insurance yet so we can’t bill for this equipment we’re supposed to be sending and so we maybe can’t deliver it.”
HE WAS BORN THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY! I HAVEN’T HAD TIME TO CALL MY HR OFFICE YET!
Doctor agreed to in home bilirubin treatment and we agreed to hospitalize tomorrow if they haven’t leveled or dropped by a retest tomorrow morning. Got some donor milk to help flush this out of his system. And we’ve been set on an aggressive feeding/pumping regiment by the lactation consultant.
We refused the c-section. We told the doctor no to the overnight stay and extra bilirubin screen in the hospital and went home despite them wanting to keep us. We just told the doctor no, we don’t want to readmit him now for his bilirubin levels.
On one hand I’m sure we seem a little kooky, but on the other hand we also feel that this a lot of aggressive medical intervention for maybe’s and could-be’s.
But in a society trained to think of doctors as sacrosanct, there is still that underlying anxiety about it all.
Mamas and baby are home.