I wrote this for the Love Letters project, a website that encourages people to write "love letters" to people who have faced a difficult experience.
Dear parent of a micropreemie,
Around 18 years ago, I was pregnant with my first child.
Even though I was healthy at age 31, the pregnancy became complicated when I
experienced frequent, massive hemorrhaging. I had to undergo ultrasounds and
doctor visits to ensure all was okay. My doctor noted a problem with the
placenta, but they couldn’t figure out what was causing all the bleeding. In
August I took a business trip to Anchorage, Alaska, and I didn’t feel great
while traveling. A week later, at 24 weeks gestation, I went into what-I-now-know-was
premature labor. Because I’d experienced a lot of bleeding, back pain, and
severe constipation, my husband and I thought that’s what it was.
Chris not long after birth |
First few weeks of birth, with my fingers |
1. 1. Don’t blame yourself. While I was still
in recovery from my general anesthetic (for the emergency c-section), a
research nurse quizzed my husband about my medical history. Did I smoke? Drink?
Use drugs? I know these are risk factors for prematurity, but I was
healthy-to-the-extreme during my pregnancy. But no one deserves to have a
premature baby, no matter their lifestyle choices.
I’ve had moments of blaming myself for not calling the doctor sooner when I went into premature labor. What would have happened if I had gone to the hospital right away? Could I have kept my baby inside longer? Would he have been healthier? Even today I sometimes wonder what he would have been like if he had not been born prematurely. In many cases, we don’t ever know what caused premature birth. Some women blame their bodies for failing them if they had an incompetent cervix, preeclampsia, placental abruption, or other things that went wrong. The bottom line is this: blaming yourself does no good, and I would advise doing everything you can to move forward and try not to blame yourself. Your baby needs you.
I’ve had moments of blaming myself for not calling the doctor sooner when I went into premature labor. What would have happened if I had gone to the hospital right away? Could I have kept my baby inside longer? Would he have been healthier? Even today I sometimes wonder what he would have been like if he had not been born prematurely. In many cases, we don’t ever know what caused premature birth. Some women blame their bodies for failing them if they had an incompetent cervix, preeclampsia, placental abruption, or other things that went wrong. The bottom line is this: blaming yourself does no good, and I would advise doing everything you can to move forward and try not to blame yourself. Your baby needs you.
With my hand |
When a 23-weeker of some friends became very sick, one of their nurses advised them to treasure each day. Even when all you can do is sit by your baby’s bedside, he or she knows you are there and feels your presence and your love.
3. Develop
positive relationships with your child’s nurses, doctors, and specialists.
Nurses, in particular, are the lifeline of the NICU. We soon developed our
favorites, and they asked to take care of Chris because they liked us. We
developed such close relationships with the nurses that many of them came to Chris’
baptism, and we’re still in touch with many of them after all these years. We
also had our favorite doctors and respiratory specialists…the ones who treated
us with respect and involved us in decisions about Chris’ care.
4. Cultivate support from others who have been
through similar experiences. When Chris was born, he was the smallest,
sickest baby in the NICU (the only 24-weeker there until a month later). It
seemed that all the other babies were huge compared to him. Our nurses offered
to set up a meeting with a couple whose daughter was nearing a year old…one who
had gone through similar difficulties as Chris. We were too worried and
consumed to make this a priority, but one day Marie & Andrew, with baby
Maddy, stopped by the NICU. Talking to them and hearing their experiences, and
watching baby Maddy chew on a paper cup, gave us so much hope. During our time
in the NICU, we got to know several other families—providing and receiving
support from them. And Maddy is now 18 years old and a delightful young
woman—she’s my Facebook friend!
After leaving the NICU, we served on the hospital’s NICU Family Advisory Board with other parents. Some of them became our close friends, because we understood each other. Six years later, when I had my first miscarriage, we had plans to attend a holiday party with these other families. Even though I was in full grief mode, I decided to go to the party. As soon as I walked in the door, these amazing people embraced me and cried with me. Each one of them had experienced loss—infant loss, miscarriage, or the loss of the perfect birth experience. The support we received from other NICU parents was irreplaceable. They understood what we were going through like no one else could.
After leaving the NICU, we served on the hospital’s NICU Family Advisory Board with other parents. Some of them became our close friends, because we understood each other. Six years later, when I had my first miscarriage, we had plans to attend a holiday party with these other families. Even though I was in full grief mode, I decided to go to the party. As soon as I walked in the door, these amazing people embraced me and cried with me. Each one of them had experienced loss—infant loss, miscarriage, or the loss of the perfect birth experience. The support we received from other NICU parents was irreplaceable. They understood what we were going through like no one else could.
Holding Chris for the first time, at one month old |
5.
Advocate
for your child (and for yourself). In 1996, we had very few Internet
resources, but now they are limitless. You can read your baby’s medical chart
(it’s your right!), learn about his or her medical condition, ask questions,
try not to feel pushed into making quick decisions unless they are urgent, and
seek answers anywhere you can find them.
In addition to reading your baby’s chart and keeping up with his or her progress, it’s your job to advocate for what’s best for your child. In the NICU it’s hard to feel like a parent when nurses and doctors are the ones taking care of your baby, but you are the consistent providers in your baby’s life and you know your baby better than anyone. Sometimes this will require great courage.
One day we arrived at the NICU to be told by Chris’ nurse excitedly that she had given him his first bath, even though she knew we would be arriving soon. How could she not realize that we would want to be part of this major milestone? The other nurses saw my anger and disappointment, so the next day they set up a bathing session so my husband and I could be fully involved. I wish I had the nerve at the time to tell that nurse how hurt I was by her lack of sensitivity.
At other times, doctors (mostly specialists) didn’t seem to care about our opinions or involving us in Chris’ care. Our favorite nurses constantly advocated for us and him—I remember one nurse commenting, “I want to deck that cardiologist!” When we were pushing to get Chris discharged before Christmas and around his due date, our pediatrician helped convince the neonatologist. Find your allies and use them as advocates!
In addition to reading your baby’s chart and keeping up with his or her progress, it’s your job to advocate for what’s best for your child. In the NICU it’s hard to feel like a parent when nurses and doctors are the ones taking care of your baby, but you are the consistent providers in your baby’s life and you know your baby better than anyone. Sometimes this will require great courage.
One day we arrived at the NICU to be told by Chris’ nurse excitedly that she had given him his first bath, even though she knew we would be arriving soon. How could she not realize that we would want to be part of this major milestone? The other nurses saw my anger and disappointment, so the next day they set up a bathing session so my husband and I could be fully involved. I wish I had the nerve at the time to tell that nurse how hurt I was by her lack of sensitivity.
At other times, doctors (mostly specialists) didn’t seem to care about our opinions or involving us in Chris’ care. Our favorite nurses constantly advocated for us and him—I remember one nurse commenting, “I want to deck that cardiologist!” When we were pushing to get Chris discharged before Christmas and around his due date, our pediatrician helped convince the neonatologist. Find your allies and use them as advocates!
Doing Kangaroo Care |
7.
Seek
support from family and friends. Our close friends (NICU parents) have a
saying: “Grief reorders your address book.” You will learn who you can count on
and who will support you in the way you need support. Find people who do not
bring drama into your life, who are sensitive and compassionate, and who try to
understand what you are going through…and avoid spending time with the ones who
don’t meet your emotional needs. We were fortunate to have mostly sensitive
people around us who fed us and nurtured us through our crises. Let people know
how they can help…for example, bringing meals and snacks, prayers and positive
thoughts, child care assistance, and help with housework and errands.
Mike doing Kangaroo Care |
at the baby’s bedside. When babies are born full term, Mom is usually the primary caregiver, especially in the early weeks. In the NICU, the playing field is leveled…both of you can have an equal stake in your baby’s care. Take advantage of this.
9.
Celebrate
every milestone. I advise you to write everything down, because trust
me…you will forget! One of the best gifts we received was a journal, which we
wrote in every day at Chris’ bedside. We wrote the journal to him, giving us
hope that he would grow up one day to read it himself. (Nowadays you can keep a
blog or use a website to write a journal.) We also created rituals to celebrate
milestones. Each week I made a new sign for his isolette, congratulating him on
reaching another week. And we bought a mylar balloon to add to his balloon
bouquet every Sunday. The nurses joked that he was going to float away. These
celebrations helped us tremendously as the days and weeks added up.
Holding Chris while he was still on a high-frequency ventilator |
a woman from our church (an NICU nurse) visited my hospital room and announced, on his second day of life, that “all the odds are against him!” I dissolved in tears and told her how much she’d upset me and I didn’t want to hear things like that. After she left, I asked my nurse to write a sign that said “Think positive thoughts” and post it on my door. I didn’t need to be reminded of the odds—they were staring me in the face (50% chance of survival and 50% chance of major disabilities). I was determined not to give up on my baby unless I had to.
While Chris was in the NICU, he faced serious problems and almost died at least three times. I created an image in my mind, that of him running along the beach as a healthy toddler, and every time I succumbed to tears of hopelessness, I tried as hard as I could to cling to that image.
Sometimes in the NICU, hope is all you have to keep going. Don’t let anyone take your hope away.
Update on Chris: He
is now 17 years old, a music-and-theater-loving, drum-playing, sweet,
affectionate, bright and funny, and academically focused young man. He wears
glasses, has a slim frame, had epilepsy when he was younger, and has
attention-deficit disorder, but otherwise most people would never guess he had
such a difficult start in life. He loves life and is doing great!
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