As I used to be being wheeled into the labor and supply unit to present beginning to our son, it was already frighteningly apparent that just about nothing was going to go as I’d hoped.
As a result of there I out of the blue was, solely 36 weeks pregnant, about to be induced after my water broke on the finish of a trick-or-treating marathon on Halloween. A lot for my calm, all-natural beginning plan.
I wasn’t in labour however, a method or one other, I used to be going to ship our second baby that very day. I regarded away because the nurse ran the steroid drip into my vein, to stimulate contractions, and strapped displays on my decrease and higher stomach, left arm, and finger tip, whereas monstrous fears of the NICU swam in my thoughts. I had suffered two miscarriages earlier than this being pregnant and nothing scared me greater than the considered our toddler being born with medical problems. To me the NICU was like a haunted home I couldn’t bear to enter. What shadowy conditions would we encounter?
Additionally, I knew little or no about untimely infants. How tiny would he be? May he even breathe? Would his coronary heart be sturdy sufficient for him to outlive exterior the womb? The nurse jabbed a painful shot into my thigh, one other steroid to assist the infant’s lungs perform higher since he was untimely, and advised us to attempt to relaxation till contractions started. (Yeah, proper.)
The induction drugs kicked in slowly at first, then, because the physician saved upping my dose, the contractions grew to become extraordinarily sturdy and shut collectively. Lower than an hour later, our child boy was born, crying a wholesome cry, and positioned on my chest. He scored excessive on his Apgar assessments, and instantly began to nurse. My husband and I cried with reduction.
However not two hours handed earlier than the on-call pediatrician knowledgeable us that our son was not all effectively. His blood sugar degree, already beneath regular vary at beginning, had plummeted to nearly nothing within the quick time since he had been born, and he was identified as severely hypoglycemic—in danger for seizures and mind damage—requiring rapid medical intervention. He was whisked away to the NICU.
Leaving the supply room with empty arms was gut-wrenching, after all the pieces we had been via. And as soon as we had been lastly in a position to go to him, the sight of our minuscule new child hooked as much as IVs and coated in monitor wires first nauseated me with worry.
However as my husband and I sat there via that lengthy, painful first postpartum evening, taking turns holding our son underneath our hospital robes to really feel his pores and skin towards ours and assist stabilize his blood sugar degree, my perspective blurred, then shifted. With every hour that ticked slowly by, the beeping machines, flashing numbers, and squiggles on the display above his incubator started to look far much less horrifying, and as a substitute introduced reassurance that all the pieces was okay—and that greater than something the NICU was not a haunted place however the one place our son ought to have been.
Within the NICU, the beeping by no means stops, however I truly discovered consolation in all these loud displays. As I sat hunched with my son in my arms, struggling to nurse, worrying about his well being and future, a fast look on the monitor confirmed me what was occurring inside him so no less than these issues had been quantifiable: his regular coronary heart price, blood oxygen degree, and physique temperature calmed me.
One other consolation of the NICU I shortly got here to deeply admire was that any considerations or questions we had—and we had so many, as nervous mother and father of a preemie—the NICU employees addressed totally, expertly, and instantly. His keep within the NICU, I quickly found, was not nearly caring for him. It was about serving to us, his mother and father, as effectively, via these unsure first days and nights, as we realized to take care of our tiny new addition correctly.
As an illustration, as a result of our preemie couldn’t suck as successfully as a full-term child, getting enough vitamin was a serious concern, and an actual problem for me making an attempt to breastfeed. However the NICU nurses, docs, and lactation advisor helped make sure that our child was consuming correctly, and confirmed us easy methods to inform if his meals consumption was enough every day, to ensure that him to develop and be wholesome.
When the infant spit up, the NICU nurses cleaned him. When he felt chilly, they dressed him and introduced heat blankets. They modified his diapers, one thing that was arduous for me to do from a wheelchair, hooked as much as an IV. They monitored his very important indicators meticulously and adjusted the temperature, drugs, and fluid dosages as wanted, in order that I discovered myself worrying much less and fewer, and flooded as a substitute with gratitude, and an actual sense of safety as the times glided by.
And, once I wanted time to take care of my very own wants—and my household’s—I didn’t have to fret about our new child. It wasn’t straightforward to depart him there, however at residence I used to be in a position to take a bathe, eat a scorching meal, take care of my older daughter when she spiked a sudden excessive fever, and even clock some high quality sleep, whereas the NICU employees taken care of our son—no want to rent, practice, or schedule exterior assist—which was an infinite assist throughout a very annoying time.
When our child was lastly prepared to depart, the NICU employees gave us all the ideas and instruments we wanted to assist him thrive exterior the hospital. As an alternative of feeling overwhelmed and anxious about taking our early-bird child residence, we felt able to take care of him on our personal. The nurses even made themselves obtainable to us for the remainder of that day and evening through telephone, in order that we might name with any questions or considerations till we visited his new pediatrician the next morning.
I do know very effectively how fortunate we had been. There are infants born far more prematurely with extra extreme well being issues, and the NICU might very effectively be hell on earth for these mother and father. However for me, the NICU wasn’t the scary place with darkish portents I had feared. With out the wonderful care he acquired there, our son may not be with us immediately. And I wouldn’t know the emotional therapeutic energy of this extraordinary place.
This text was initially revealed on-line in April 2018.