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Friday, January 25, 2013

Flashback Friday: "Afraid to Love"



In my last post, I mentioned that my experience with holding Jack for the first time was not the bonding moment I thought it would be.  I didn’t feel peace and comfort; I felt afraid and anxious.  In fact, the first week or two of Jack’s life, I’m pretty sure I didn’t feel what a mother is “supposed” to feel when her child is born.  
Holding Jack for the first time, 10 days after his early arrival.
 I was so, so grateful to read Kasey Matthews’ book, Preemie, because I realized that I wasn’t the only parent of a premature baby to have unexpected emotions.  But, then again, none of our experience with pregnancy, childbirth or parenting has been what I expected.  I do know that I often felt intense guilt for not feeling what was expected.  I've realized that those "wrong" feelings were just a way to protect myself from even more heart ache.  (We were actually told at our 10 week ultrasound that the baby had a 50/50 chance of surviving, because the gestational sac was measuring too small.  Let's just say, I had been preparing myself for loss from the start.)  I've also discovered, as Jack grows (and especially right after his 1st birthday), the feelings that I was "supposed" to feel then have hit me even harder and are more raw than I ever imagined, and probably couldn't have handled at the time.  I feel more devastated about the circumstances of his birth NOW, than I did as they happened.  I'm sure there's some psychology behind that, I just don't know the correct terminology.  There’s a song that I used at the beginning of Jack’s video (2 pounds to 2 year).  It’s heartbreaking and not completely warm and fuzzy, and I debated using it because I didn’t want anyone to think that Jack makes me sad.  He doesn't, but what happened to him does.  His early arrival and fight for survival do still make my heart ache and this song expresses it so well. 


Afraid to love
Something that could break
Could I move on
If you were torn away?
And I'm so close to what I can't control
I can't give you half my heart
And pray He makes you whole
(All of Me – Matt Hammitt)

 Rest assured, this little boy has my whole heart now.




Monday, January 21, 2013

Jack in the Box Revisited

Jack in the Box - his first "bed," an isolette
When I thought about mothering a newborn, I pictured baths and bottles, cuddles and diapers, and sleepy sighs...all at home.  Of course, I also assumed that I would be able to hold my child whenever I wished. Instead, I waited over 24 hours to see him and 11 days to hold him for the first time.  And after that, for only a few hours a day, if at all, for the first few months of his little life...the time when he should be held the most, by his mommy.  (I'm sure I could write an entire blog post on that topic...but not today.)     

When you are in the NICU and have to watch your tiny baby fight for his life, those simple moments may still happen, just in a new environment.  I just met a new NICU mom and we talked about all the little, but important moments -- that first bottle, the first bath (even if it was in a pink emesis basin for Jack), reaching three pounds or four, wearing clothes for the first time.  Those moments that moms don't want to miss, but might for physical or emotional reasons.  Physically, they aren't living in the same "home" as their child or emotionally, because they can't see past the fear and anxiety inherent in the NICU experience.   I missed many moments for both reasons.  Jack was so fragile...I was too scared to change his diaper or give him a bath, at first.  And even that long awaited moment of holding him for the first time was fraught with anxiety.  My shoulders and back, tense with fear.  Fear of hurting him, fear of loving someone that I might lose.   I was physically there for that moment, but emotionally I was lost in fear. 


Jack in his NICU crib
Jack's first bed was an isolette, so he earned the "Jack in the Box" nickname pretty quickly.  When Jack graduated to a real crib, I wasn't there for that important moment.  It made my heart ache.  Especially because I walked by his nursery at home every day, with an empty crib in the center of the room.  That made my heart break.
The empty crib...waiting to be filled by our little boy. 






 Looking back, putting up his crib while he was still in the NICU was doubly symbolic.  It was symbolic of the faith we had in a baby that would eventually come home, but it also was a daily reminder of the fact that our little boy was not at home where he belonged.  Heart ache and heart break that lessens, but is never forgotten. 
Now, his crib is filled with blankies and Wubbanubs and burpies, and a sleeping or chatty little boy, depending on the day.  And Jack's room is my favorite place in our home.  It's filled with all his little boy things, filled with happiness, love and laughter.  I spend time in it, even without Jack, and I feel at peace and I feel "there"...emotionally and physically.  While I can't help but occasionally recall his first months in that plastic box or being separated from him for so long, Jack seems to enjoy reliving those days by attempting to get into any box or bucket or basket he can find.  Check it out:






 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Flashback Friday: "FEED ME"


I couldn’t decide whether to write this post about flu shots or feeding, because both are high-priority in the land of prematurity.  I just read an article with tips to protect yourself from the flu and it basically said, “Wash your hands,” “Stay away from sick people” and “Get a flu shot.”  As a parent of a medically-compromised kiddo, I guess I live in a perpetual flu season, because we do all those things, obsessively almost…and have since Jack was born with damaged, undeveloped lungs.  But, I felt the need to talk about feeding on this Flashback Friday.  A few days ago, I found a document I created to explain how to feed Jack.  Simple, right?  Think again.  It involved over 25 steps (Feeding Jack).  I’m also part of a few online preemie parent support groups.  Not a day goes by that at least one parent is looking for advice or understanding about the feeding issues their preemie might have.  While Jack’s lung health has always been a major issue for us, closely connected to that is his weight and growth because both contribute to his lung health. We left the NICU, with a little guy who took maybe 40% of his feedings by mouth, a feeding tube and pump and no real plan except an appointment at a feeding clinic.  I always say, "It felt like we were dropped off a cliff with no one to catch us."  (And we were probably afraid for someone to catch us, because they might have germs and make Jack sick!)  We were not prepared for the feeding struggles ahead.  

Jack's first feeding pump in the NICU


Suffice it to say, the feeding clinic (see old blog post:  Feeding Clinic a Bust!) was not the answer we thought it would be and Jack continued with the tube feedings until he was around 8 months old.   Some babies leave the NICU with a surgically placed feeding tube (Jack’s was temporary and replaced by us weekly - don't get me started on how awful it was to force a tube down his nose into his stomach.  I was afraid he'd never forgive me.  He has.  I think.).  That surgical option was suddenly offered to us right before discharge and I said no (Thanks for the advice, Aunt Jul!).  At that point, it wasn't medically necessary and was more for convenience.  I wanted to feed him as naturally as possible, even with a tube, so we opted to try the temporary NG tube for as long as possible.    Whatever the nature of the tube, I had a very, very difficult time accepting that I couldn’t feed Jack naturally.  It was such a disheartening part of this journey and I’m sure that Jack felt my desperation at every feeding.  Nourishing your child is just one of those things you expect to be able to do.  Add it to one of the many expectations we threw out when Jack arrived early.   Jack was very slow to gain weight; his lung disease made it so that he burned extra calories just breathing, so eating on his own without the tube/pump was really futile.  Nourishment or energy gained from the bottle was depleted just by drinking.  We wanted him to eat “normally,” but we didn’t want to compromise his lungs.  We had a few “He’ll eat when he’s hungry” comments, and I naively believed that to be true.  But, his early arrival suspended some of the typically developing reflexes…he did not show hunger and most likely would have gone days without eating if we let him.  We did not…we actually fed him every 3-4 hours for those first 8-10 months, even waking him at night when he’d rather be sleeping.    I still struggle with the fact that his developing brain was not getting enough rest...but nutrition won out. 
Jack exhausted after drinking a whole bottle (2-3oz) on his own.  He usually didn't eat from the bottle for 2-3 feedings after finishing a whole bottle...hard work for out little guy


We took solid foods slowly; Jack enjoyed purees and baby oatmeal.  We tried not to push and restarted baby food more than once and I have to say I was completely shocked that he didn’t show the signs of oral aversions that I feared for him and that so many preemies develop (and understandably so…after all the trauma that has occurred in or around their mouths from birth).  There is even a diagnosis called Post-Traumatic Feeding disorder (http://main.zerotothree.org/site/DocServer/handout_excerpt_2.pdf?docID=8181).   We learned a lot from other parents and had an OT (thanks, Miss Lisa!) who was really helpful.  I learned that little mouths like Jack's want texture, but not mixed textures (Stage 3).  I learned not to scrape the leftover food from his chin...and to make sure he had a lot of positive associations with his mouth.  I learned that some baby's skip baby foods and go right to table food...and so much more.  I also learned that feeding issues aren't just for preemies. 

Jack ate the same solid foods for months and months…shredded cheese, mac & cheese, peas, pancakes…and just recently, after turning two, is starting to branch out into real food (pizza, chicken, edamame, sausage) and actually showing hunger and asking to EAT!   Even though I consider him a good eater at this point, he is still diagnosed as “Failure to Thrive”  (http://kidshealth.org/parent/medical/endocrine/failure_thrive.html) and is seen by a nutritionist every few months.  Basically, he doesn’t weigh what he should for his age, even when they take his VLBW (Very Low Birth Weight) into account.  Getting that diagnosis, well, they might as well have diagnosed me, “Failure as a Mother.”  Feeding your child, a requirement of motherhood...staying pregnant for 40 weeks, another requirement…failed…failed…failed.  That’s how I felt.  I read other moms’ blogs, posts, comments on FB…so many of us struggle with feeding our children and I’m sure none of us ever thought it would be so hard or so much harder to get the resources, appointments and therapies necessary to help our little ones say, “Feed Me,” and actually mean it.  But, I do find comfort in knowing that I'm not the only one.   

There are things we do to ensure Jack gets as much nutrition and high calorie food as possible…things I probably didn’t think I’d do before he was born.  We add full-fat butter and cheeses, he gets McDonald's once a week (and I often take pictures as he eats because I'm so amazed and relieved), he drinks whole milk with Carnation Breakfast Essentials added for extra calories, he still doesn’t use utensils, well, because finger foods = more calories in, we still give a night-time bottle with high-calorie formula, he has ice cream for a snack before bed most nights…and yes, he often eats in front of the TV, for a distracted toddler can be fed more than he even realizes.  Oh, and yep, we sometimes hold the spoon and feed him too!  
One of those chicken McNugget pics!
 
I’m not sure how many preemie moms actually read this blog, but if you are out there…leave a comment and let us know what has helped you with feeding and nutrition.  Or if you have questions or concerns, let me know.  I could have written forever about how we managed through the last two years of feeding Jack and I know there are others that struggle even more.  It seems so silly to even type that statement, but it's true...feeding has been a struggle and something to "manage," but I do know that for Jack's sake, we are much better at hiding our fears and frustrations that surround his food.  Perhaps that's why he looks like this when we have pizza!  But, I have to be honest...when it's possible for someone else to serve Jack a meal, I head for the door! 


Friday, January 11, 2013

Flashback Friday: "Today"

 
Here's Jack about 2 years ago (January 2011).  He was a little over 5 months old, still had the NG tube and was on 24-hour O2 support for his chronic lung disease, along with multiple meds.  At this point, Jack had been home from the NICU about 6 weeks and we were so grateful to be at home with our sweet little boy after 4 months in the hospital. But, we were also in the awful, disheartening stage of living with medical equipment, doctors appointments, medications, breathing treatments, feeding pumps, and that outright fear that our little guy might not ever eat normally or breathe without support from a machine or tank.  We worried if he would sit up, then crawl, then walk.  Would he say "I love you, Mommy"?  Would he get sick and end up back in the hospital?  In those days, those never ending days, I struggled to see past all that to ever imagine the possibility of who Jack is today.  And, if I'm being real, there were definitely moments when I missed a lot of who Jack was then, because I couldn't see past the prematurity, the lung disease, the fear, the uncertainty. 

Today...he ate cheerios and milk for breakfast and noodles and hot dogs for lunch.  He ran around, played with play-doh, and even threw a little fit about what to wear.  He made the choice to skip his snack by telling me "no, no."  He removed his clothes and diaper all on his own, while I was on an important conference call.  Apparently, he had the urge to pee and did so on the floor :)  He wore his first pair of big boy underwear.  Yet, he was also okay with returning to a diaper for naptime.  Or, in our house, it's "time in the crib where I say all the words I know...over...and over...." and eventually he fell asleep!  He will most likely wake up to play some more and say "Mommy...Daddy's Home.  Hi Daddy!" around 6.  He'll have pizza for dinner, chatting all the while.  More playing and snuggling before bed.  No, I couldn't see "this" back "then," but I sure am blessed to be living it....today.  (And everyday.)

I had been wondering if all the prematurity entails...does it ever end?  Will I ever stop worrying about how prematurity affects Jack's life?  Twenty nine months into this journey, I'm learning that while its likely that prematurity (and all that it entails) will continue to be part of our lives, the focus is slowly shifting to our daily lives.  The focus is...today.  

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

A Year in Pictures 2012

As I sifted through a year's worth of Jack photos, I realized that 2012 was the year without medical equipment...no NG tube, no O2 tanks or concentrator...and after winter, the year of freedom from RSV isolation!    Jack was finally untethered...and it shows!  Some of the things Jack (and we) experienced this year, I never could have imagined as we sat in the NICU for 112 days, willing him to survive and thrive.  During those days, our focus was on survival and I rarely let myself wonder what the future would be like for Jack.  Even after Jack came home, still with multiple meds, appointments, therapies, O2 and a feeding tube, it was very difficult to see past all that to a future of typical, fun toddlerhood.  Little did I know!   However, as I've discovered from looking at Jack's 2012 photos, his present and future are simply spectacular. 


January - Standing on my own!
February - Bathtime in the big tub. 
March - Mayor of Willow Lane
April - The Great Easter Egg Extravaganza
May - The first of many playdates with the cousins.
June - 2nd trip to the OBX.  
July - A day at Dutch Wonderland.
August - Two pounds to two years!  Happy Birthday Jack Ryan!
September - BOAT!
October - Ginger SNAP
November - From NG tube to PIZZA
December - the REAL Elf on the Shelf

Happy New Year!  We hope that your 2012 was as blessed as ours and your 2013 is even better.  I can't wait to see what's ahead for Jack this year.