We stayed in that NICU for a long 9 days. I know mom's of preemies were in for hundreds of days are going to balk at the "long 9 days" portion. However, we were surrounded by babies that were 1/4 the size of Bear (he was 9lbs) that were much sicker. Bear never had a seizure that they ever saw. He just didn't know how to eat. Because of his low level of need, we were stuck in a corner. We were pretty much left unattended unless some new nurse decided she needed to demand her expertise, which was highly uninformed.
We felt out of place in an area with babies that needed so much attention, mom's who couldn't even hold their babies. In the beginning the neonatologists just kept saying this was the result of a traumatic birth. It would improve. Then he had microcephaly and could be severely delayed. Then he had a brain injury. Then it was that I did recreational drugs, despite my adamant responses that I hadn't even been near a drug. Then it was a genetic disorder. Then it was an in utero infection.
Add this rollercoaster of emotion to the postpartum hormones and you would find me. The twenty minute ride home every day I would burst into tears. I would hand my baby back to a nurse that I just saw ignoring a crying baby for twenty minutes so she could check her email. Then I would get home, pump in an empty nursery, see my empty carseat, and go to bed with just my husband. I never felt more split apart.
I had an enormous amount of guilt. As mothers our first instinct is to feel guilty. When our child is sick, we feel guilty that we cannot make them feel better, when our child gets hurt we feel guilty that we cannot heal them and remove the sting.
My son was in a NICU all alone and I felt guilty I couldn't be there 24 hours a day. I believe every NICU mom feels this. Add to that, I could have done this to my son. I could have done something during pregnancy that damaged his brain. Was is that warm bath? Did I have an infection I didn't know about? Was it those 2 sips of wine I had? What if God gave me a perfect baby and I did something selfish and ruined it?
The what if's could eat me alive, and they still could if I let them.
Finally on day 12 of his life we were finally allowed to bring our baby home. However, I didn't bring home a newborn, I brought home a baby who learned a schedule in the NICU, wasn't sleepy all day, and screamed nonstop.
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Monday, May 2, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Bear - The Beginning
In honor of my first Mother's Day coming up, I am sharing the story of my son's entry into the world and the events that shortly followed.
I was induced just after 39 weeks because of elevated blood pressure and uric acid. And because he was estimated to be large.
My induction was successful however I had a great deal of difficult pushing his shoulders out. He had severe shoulder dystocia and was extremely bruised and stiff after birth. He couldn't figure breastfeeding out, was super tired, and never cried. The nurse kept giving him Tylenol because he was probably in pain. I am still angry with my delivery experience for this. For not advocating for my son that he be examined IMMEDIATELY. I waited. I had a nurse tell me "he just wasn't hungry". I had another nurse tell me "It's normal for babies not to cry". Then the 2nd night he came undone, he screamed every 45 minutes, would take about 1-2mL of formula, pass out and repeat. We begged for help and none came, instead we were told we were "paranoid first time parents".
At 11AM the next day a pediatrician came to take Bear for his discharge exam. She came back noting the nursery had gotten him to take 2/3 of an oz of formula, which he then immediately vomited all over her. She said he had red flags, and was extremely stiff, he was seizing and needed to go the NICU before he stopped breathing. I held him in the nursery till the NICU staff came. The loaded him in an isolette on a gurney, wheeled him in my room to say good-bye.
It was shocking.
It the course of an hour I went from about to leave with my newborn to go home, to leaving with an empty carseat praying my son kept breathing long enough to get to the NICU. Hubs and I headed home, it was on the way to the 2nd hospital, to get clothes, a snack, and anything else we would need.
We then headed to the NICU where we were informed we would not be allowed to see Bear. We waited about 2 hours before we were allowed in. He as asleep in an isolette, with the nurse who transported him watching over him. He had an IV in his head and when she handed him over to me it took everything in my body not to break down and cry.
I was induced just after 39 weeks because of elevated blood pressure and uric acid. And because he was estimated to be large.
My induction was successful however I had a great deal of difficult pushing his shoulders out. He had severe shoulder dystocia and was extremely bruised and stiff after birth. He couldn't figure breastfeeding out, was super tired, and never cried. The nurse kept giving him Tylenol because he was probably in pain. I am still angry with my delivery experience for this. For not advocating for my son that he be examined IMMEDIATELY. I waited. I had a nurse tell me "he just wasn't hungry". I had another nurse tell me "It's normal for babies not to cry". Then the 2nd night he came undone, he screamed every 45 minutes, would take about 1-2mL of formula, pass out and repeat. We begged for help and none came, instead we were told we were "paranoid first time parents".
At 11AM the next day a pediatrician came to take Bear for his discharge exam. She came back noting the nursery had gotten him to take 2/3 of an oz of formula, which he then immediately vomited all over her. She said he had red flags, and was extremely stiff, he was seizing and needed to go the NICU before he stopped breathing. I held him in the nursery till the NICU staff came. The loaded him in an isolette on a gurney, wheeled him in my room to say good-bye.
It was shocking.
It the course of an hour I went from about to leave with my newborn to go home, to leaving with an empty carseat praying my son kept breathing long enough to get to the NICU. Hubs and I headed home, it was on the way to the 2nd hospital, to get clothes, a snack, and anything else we would need.
We then headed to the NICU where we were informed we would not be allowed to see Bear. We waited about 2 hours before we were allowed in. He as asleep in an isolette, with the nurse who transported him watching over him. He had an IV in his head and when she handed him over to me it took everything in my body not to break down and cry.
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