Life of an Ostomy mom

So the day I learned to first change my sons Ostomy was kinda of exciting and never wracking at the same time. It all started when my bonus mom and I got to Winnie Palmer hospital. I went straight up to the Nicu after getting cleared from security. I was so ready to see my son. I haven’t been able to bring him home at that point he was in the Nicu for two and a half months. It was the longest two and a half months of my life. I swear! Anyways when we got up there I started to pump I always have to pump when I get up there they say it helps to produce a lot of milk and that it helps to bond with the baby as well. I don’t know how true it was but I did it anyways. I just wanted to feed him, I never felt like I was producing enough either. Turns out many months later down the road that I was right. The nurse then comes around and ask me if I wanna learn to change his bag. I said yes faster than I could say guacamole.

The Ostomy nurse at Winnie came up and she showed me how to cut the wafer and what to use when we need to upsize. So we started by taking of his old bag and cleaning his skin around his stoma. We then put the stoma adhesive powder on his skin around his stoma again. Not to much just enough to make sure it’s got a sticky crust around his stoma for his wafer to stick good. We then used the non-sting barrier film around his stoma mix with the powder and then we waited for it to dry so it would become sticky. It became stick and we put the wafer on his skin and softly warmed around his stoma on the wafer. Then we attached the bag to his wafer. At the time he had a new born two piece and it was so ugly. It was see through and it’s not what I would have liked for him compare to what I know now. My little baby boy Romeo did so good he was so calm and quiet during the whole change. I was so happy I learned it that day. She gave r a go home bag for some supplies for me to have at home.

We stayed there about an hour and we had to go back to our home. I hated to leave him. I would enough out cuddles and loves we put have. I would rock him and give him loves, all the things I would have done at home. Leaving my son was the worst feeling ever. I always wanted to cry when I left him.