Well many prayers and blessings to the beloved angel and her caring angels,
This is a heavy message but........please do not apologize for reaching out!My son M was born at 26 weeks gestation. We had no alarms during my pregnancy then that fateful morning that my water simply broke. We sped to Anna Jacques to meet the OB. After confirming that my amniotic fluid was ruptured we asked to be transfered to Boston- Brigham and Women's/ Children's as AJ does not have the capabilities of managing a pro-found premie. We knew that if he was born alive he would require top NICU intervention.
Well our angel came into this world at 1lb 13 oz. He required immediate ventilation in that his lungs were not only immature but had begun to fill with fluid with gram negative pnemococcus setting in. He quickly went from a few minutes of stability to plummeting farther- if that was possible. The following days entailed diagnosis of broncho pulmonary dysplasia (his lungs were literally blowing apart from the pressure of the ventilation), he now had a fulminating septic infection, poor oxygenation even on full vent, a PDA (hole) in his heart amongst a host of other - less fatal (?) issues.
On Thanksgiving Day 1995 M was baptized and we were prepared by the heaven sent professionals at BW to hold our son, love him, thank him for gracing our lives and the world and encourage him to hold our hand's tightly and that we would never let go until the angels took his other hand and lifted him into their embrace. Needless to say I can not begin to write these words without profound emotion- of every sort.
As M was too ill and fragile to be placed in an incubator he was on what we call to this day, "a bun warmer". Not knowing what to do.... I rested my left hand on his back- my hand actually covered his little body completely from the top of his head to his tiny tucked feet. The connection we have with each other is beyond divine. I could sense M's pain, feel his tiny cries then miraculously feel him respond to my hand. Days turned into weeks, my husband pacing and I on my perch. My husband made spread sheets of M's microscopic weight, O2 rates etc... he did what he could do and I was encouraged to do what I felt right.
At 10 days post birth the hole in M's heart had to be repaired as it was now somehow a possibility that our miracle boy might make it. The hole in his heart was encumbering what circulation he did have. At 1 lb 11 oz. a Brizilian pediatric cario thorasic surgeon agreed to take M into his heart and gifted hands performing one of the first fibre optic microscopic heart repairs. Our neo-natologist Dr. Steven Ringer and Dr. Eric Eichenwald ( both sainted) accompanied M into the surgery along with a score of attending specialists. The surgical suite had to be heated to 101 degrees as M did not have the capacity to retain his own temperature let alone maintain it.
After three wrenching hours the blessed, sweaty, exhausted team emerged with a true glimmer of hope in their weary eyes.
Roller coaster after roller coaster we were coached and learned how to tryuly live in the moment- as thigs could change just as quickly. Every day presented a new worry, testing.... more worry. Just when we wnated to cry in relief for a hurdle passed ( M's lungs gained enough strength and mass that he was placed on a high freq. ventilator to limit the tissue destruction)
Then the inter-cranial bleed worries--- had a few initially but they thankfully remissed. However, no one can calculate the impact of Oxygen deprivation, inter-cranial bleed, treatment with antibiotics toxic to a healthy adult etc...
Then the apnea- premies stop breathing when stressed, tired or they forget--- it is the last on first off principle. Breating is the last skill learned only at birth therefore the first one to go under duress. We "kangaroo'd" him whenever he was stable enough- if we couldn't one of our beloved aunties, friends, so many ---would tuck him inside their shirt in a pouch and rock.
Going home was emotional for all. M's primary nurse MaryAnne, Dr. ringer, Dr eichenwald and so many more eyes all filled with tears------we were over joyed to be a family together. We were also thank fully prepared for potential hurdles to be faced during the next few years. The first year was a blur... M could not nurse- took too much energy- so I pumped, fortified the milk and patiently fed- 1 oz over an hour was worthy of a victory lap. I can not say enough for the care and befefit provided by the Early Intervention team that came to our home three days a week for 18 mos. There were other numerous cliff hanging moments- full arrest at home, life flight to Children's- etc....
We always said we would throw a party for the BW NICU and all of our support team (family, friends, previous strangers) when M's weight and or height made the piece of paper not even the chart that documented % for age. Well, that day came and a party we all had. Every day has been a blessing and deepening of the divinity of all life. M is now 5'7", 115 lbs, size 9 mens shoe, snowboards, golfs, plays lacrosse, basketball as well as holds scholastic honors now well into sixth grade.
He is emotionally mature, caring, secure, intelligent, physically strong and a joy beyond understanding. Please understand that he would be the same joy beyond understanding with any limitations physically, developmentally and or intellectually. The human is the only life form that has conceptualized "perfect". What does that mean? For this family of four-- perfect is simply that---
love
K.