Healthy Babies Are Worth The Wait

Over the last couple of months, I’ve done some volunteer writing for March of Dimes (MOD) Minnesota and have joined their Marketing Committee.  It’s an honor for me to do this work because I believe that without March of Dimes funding of important prematurity research, Owen would not be here today. For example, grantees of MOD have developed surfactant therapy, a treatment that has reduced deaths of respiratory distress syndrome by two-thirds.  In addition to research, MOD also looks to support NICU families.  The hospital that has managed all of Owen’s care, University of Minnesota Amplatz Children’s Hospital, will very soon be the second March of Dimes Family Support Site in the state of MN.  Another focus area for MOD is education.  Their current campaign, “Healthy Babies are Worth the Wait” is aimed at helping women understand the risks of electing, without medical cause, to induce before the 39th week of pregnancy.  As the mom of two preemies, I was asked what “Healthy Babies are Worth the Wait” means to me.  Here is my message to moms considering an medically unnecessary early induction.

You know that woman who says how great she felt when she was pregnant?  She also radiated joy and sunshine the whole time.   She didn’t get morning sickness or stretch marks, and somehow, she escaped waddling through her third trimester.  Does this woman actually exist?  Can she?  I’m inclined to believe that she probably just remembers her pregnancy that way and didn’t really feel that way.  I guess, I don’t really know.

I know this much for sure: that woman is not me.

I am the woman who hit the wall of nausea about fifteen minutes after conception and it proceeded well into the second trimester.  Reglan was the only reason I was able to stay out of the hospital from losing too much weight.  I was so ill that I felt it was better to tell my bosses and several co-workers, that I was pregnant at about 6 weeks because I didn’t want them to think that my extreme fatigue, calling in sick and sudden and frequent trips to the restroom were indications of me not liking, or being good at, my job.

In both of my pregnancies, I was thrilled to be having a baby, however, “sunshine” and “joy” are not words anyone would have used to describe me.  Those hormones!  I have no idea who that crazy woman was that took over my emotions, but even I didn’t like her.  Then there are all the comments about how big, or not big, you are.  Why do people think that it’s okay to discuss a woman’s weight?  Openly?  To her face?   I don’t care how pregnant a woman is.  It’s never…ever…okay to say, “Woah!  You look like you’re about to pop!”  (True story, by the way, and I was only 33 weeks.)

I could go on and on about the inconveniences of pregnancy and there are entire books dedicated to that subject, much of which is embarrassing.  I’ll just get to my point; pregnancy wasn’t exactly fun for me.  In both of my pregnancies, I did complain about how I felt.  In fact, it was right around the time of that earlier mentioned comment (from the extremely rude store clerk) that I wondered if I could possibly get 7 weeks bigger and more uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, I will never know.  I never got those last weeks.

One week later, at 34 weeks pregnant, I burst into a sob and, wide-eyed, stared down the doctor who told me my son was going to be born that day as she started explaining the risks of a premature birth.  A little more than two years later, I again, heard the risks of a premature birth.  This time, I was too numb to cry.  How do you respond when you hear your baby has less than a 50% chance of surviving and if he does live, there is an 80% chance he will have long-term issues due to being born at only 24 weeks?

Some women who have, or are, experiencing those final weeks of pregnancy tell me that I am lucky that I never had to experience those uncomfortable weeks.  I’m never sure how to respond to those women.

Are they really not able to understand the agony of your baby being born too soon?

While I know, I don’t fully understand those last weeks of pregnancy.  I do understand the alternative.  There is the silence after he is born as you wait…forever, it seems…for him to cry.  Then, there is the long, lonely wheelchair ride as you’re being discharged from the hospital while your child is still in the NICU.  As you wait for him to get healthy, you pump, and pump and pump in hopes that a machine will keep your milk supply up, because your baby is not ready to breastfeed.  You have to ask to hold your own baby…and sometimes, you’re told “no.”  There is nothing like being introduced to parenthood by being asked to help hold down your child while the nurse inserts a tube from his nose to his stomach (I said “no” by the way. You do have that right).  There are IV’s, often in the head, so the baby can’t pull it out as easily and when you hold your baby you’re fighting with the cords attached to him.  And then one day, you get out of the hospital and you dread things like weight checks and developmental screenings.  Maybe your child passes, but if he does, it’s probably with a D+.  You anxiously watch as his daycare friends and your friends’ kids learn to do everything faster than he and you wonder, “Will he always be behind?”

The scenario I just described is the scenario of my late-term preemie, Kellen.  He’s the 34 weeker who had about as smooth of a course as a 34 weeker can have.  It took about 2.5 years before I stopped noticing the differences between him and his friends.  He’s one of the lucky ones; it doesn’t seem there will be long term effects.

On the other hand, there is my very complicated course, 24 weeker, Owen.  He too, is doing amazingly well given the events of his 6 month stay in the NICU (7.5 months total hospitalized in his first year).  He started crawling at 18 months old.  A really big milestone is he has just started getting breaks from his continuous oxygen to help him breathe.  A few hours a day he gets to roam without a cord holding him back.  For eating, he’s recently had a surge, so he’s now taking 20-30% (versus the 0% two months ago) of his calories orally.  The rest of his nutrition comes through a button he had surgically placed in his stomach.  These things may not sound like much, but you would only think that if you didn’t see where we started.  Since Owen, I’m no longer afraid to hold him down for uncomfortable procedures.  Now, I actually am performing some of those procedures.  Just last night my husband held him down as I replaced the feeding tube in his stomach.

So no, I don’t understand what a 39-41 week pregnancy feels like.  I’ll admit; it looks pretty uncomfortable.  However, I so wish I did know what it was like to have a healthy baby.  From my perspective of having two babies born not healthy, I can’t imagine anything that would make me want my healthy pregnancy to end early.

Some women think, “But, I’m 37 weeks, that’s not preterm.”  My response is, “Are you really 37 weeks, or is that an estimate of your due date?  Due dates can be off by as much as two weeks.  What if you’re really only 35 weeks?  At 35 weeks, you’re likely looking at a Kellen scenario…best case.”

I can’t relate to a full term pregnancy, however, I can relate to the desire to have the absolute best for your baby.  I can also share that the emotional pain of having a baby born too soon is beyond any physical pain I can imagine.  Unlike the aches and inconveniences of pregnancy and the pain of labor, having a baby that’s born fighting to live is a hurt that you never forget.  I don’t know a preemie mom who doesn’t struggle with guilt, anger, helplessness and jealousy.  Most of all we suffer daily a deep and profound sadness that we didn’t get those last weeks of pregnancy.

Some think that a late-term preemie is not that bad.

My boys were born at different ends of the prematurity spectrum. As different as their journeys are, I can say this:  It doesn’t matter if your child is a micro preemie or late term preemie, it still hurts.  I’d give anything for an extra day, week or month(s) to either of their pregnancies.  I’d give anything for any amount of time to better their odds of living and then thriving; any amount of time to not have to take the long and lonely wheelchair ride out of the hospital while my baby waited in the NICU; any amount of time to not have to ask to hold my baby…and be told “no.”

Any amount of time to have a healthy baby.

What I really want to say to all expecting parent is this; if you’re starting to think you can’t possibly get any more uncomfortable and swollen or that your due date doesn’t work well for your calendar, I cheer you on, and plead with you to waddle through to 39 weeks!  Feel free to complain (just maybe not to a preemie mom), and pat your swollen belly, and know that this won’t be the last time parenting is uncomfortable.  Most importantly, know that it’s a miracle inside of you and that he (or she) is worth it!  Both of you, mother and child, deserve a healthy baby with the very best chances.

Please!  Please!  Healthy babies are worth the wait.

March of Dimes wants to know your thoughts on Healthy Babies are Worth the Wait.  Please join them (and me) for a Twitter chat at 12:30 CST today.  Look for #39weeksmn.  Never done a Twitter chat?  Well, neither have I.  Here is a great tutorial.  If you can’t join the chat, please leave any comments on this post.

Whether you’re joining the chat or not, please pin, tweet, post or share this great infographic that MOD created for the Healthy Babies are Worth the Wait campaign.

Also, if you haven’t signed the petition to light the White House purple on January 3 to honor the 75th anniversary of President Roosevelt founding the March of Dimes, please sign now at http://1.usa.gov/XjOakw. It’s a quick two-step process — provide your name and email, then click on the link that’s emailed back to you and sign the petition.  It’s a simple and free way to give hope for preemie families.  

And, a note of thanks to two friends who took the time to help me edit this post.  Kar and Will, I appreciate you greatly! 

 

© Copyright Tatum M, All rights Reserved. Written For: Ain't No Roller Coaster

9 thoughts on “Healthy Babies Are Worth The Wait

  1. Thank you. My lo was born at 27 weeks, I feel cheated out of a full pregnancy, a healthy child & having my baby home. We have been very lucky he has few problems & only spent 2 months in hospital. I know I shouldn’t compare him to term babies of actual & adjusted age, but I can’t help myself. I have distanced myself from a group of lovely ladies because they want their babies now, a ‘little’ early. But it upsets me so much I think it’s best I distance myself for now.
    I think unless you’ve been in NICU you can’t understand what it does to you. I still can’t visit them, I think it will be a long time before I can return & say thank you.

    • Thank you for your openness, Heather. I hope that your friends will receive information from the MOD to help them understand the risks of wanting their babies too soon. Hugs to you on the healing process from the NICU – it certainly is a life changing experience.

  2. I also have a hard time with people who 1. had babies born at such great weights and complain how heavy they were, or 2. make the comment that they can’t wait to get their babies out they are so uncomfortable. First of all, I would have loved for one of my babies to have weighed even half of what theirs did – and not put both of them together to not even equal half of theirs. Secondly, like you said, I’m sure those last weeks are uncomfortable, but the result is likely a healthier baby. I haven’t quite found the right words to respond to these situations.

    Another reason that healthy babies are worth the wait – when you finally do bring them home after 143 days in the NICU, you want people to be able to see them! However, having people look at them and touch them and even just be in your house may result in another hospital stay. So you can’t bring your baby(babies) out in public and no one gets to see, in person, the little ones who fought so hard for their lives. So not only are we cheated out of those last uncomfortable weeks, or months, of pregnancy, we are cheated out of being able to show off our babies to family, friends, and the world.

    Great job Tatum and MOD on bringing awareness. I applaud you.

    • I love your add, Stacy. It is frustrating to me that so many of our friends and family haven’t been able to meet our Owen yet. We miss out on the proud mama moments of showing off our beautiful babies. I hope you guys are doing well and getting settled at home.

  3. I just wanted to say I love your blog. Just being a parent having to go through the NICU, its nice to have someone that gets it. I actually had something like this happen to me last month.

    My husband’s ex, step-daughter’s mother, had a baby in august, 5 months after my daughter’s birth. My Daughter was born at 37 weeks and had a 2 week NICU stay. She had came by for Halloween, and she said, and I quote “Your so lucky you didn’t have to wait, my doctor wouldn’t let me have my son til I was 40 weeks. I don’t understand why, I mean I was a C-Section.” (Just a foot note, my stepdaughter was born via emergency C section, so she pretty much had to have a c-section.) I flat out asked her “Oh, I’m lucky? Have you even been in a NICU? No? Count your blessings, and pray you never ever have to go through that.” I mean, How the heck am I lucky? I watch my child fight for her life. I would gladly take those last 3 weeks of pregnancy, or more, hands down.

    • Ashleigh, I am sorry that you had to have that conversation. I really wish people would understand that the “silver linings” they offer to us about our kids being born too soon are not helpful. Thank you for stopping by and for sharing your story. I hope your daughter is doing better each day.

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