I found out I was expecting, and everything was going just
as planned. I was proud of myself for “rocking the whole pregnancy thing.”
The day before my 28-week appointment, I started feeling a bit
off. I mentioned it to my obstetrician, and he discovered that I was dilated
and had a bulging amniotic sack. I was sent to Norfolk General where I was told
the baby would likely be born prematurely. “This isn’t what I had planned” kept
running through my head. The nursery was not ready. I hadn’t had my baby
shower. This couldn’t be happening.
The doctors worked to keep my baby, Hudson, from being born
for as long as possible by giving me magnesium, while also preparing him for
delivery with steroids. I kept thinking, what did I do wrong? I followed all of
the rules and ate all the right things. The next morning, one day shy of 29
weeks, I was told it was time to deliver my baby by cesarean section. I cried
the whole way to the operating room. All I felt was guilt. My job was to hold
this child inside of me for 40 weeks and protect and nourish him, and my body
wasn’t allowing me to fulfill its role.
When Hudson was delivered I had only a quick
glimpse of him before they wheeled him away to the special care nursery at
Norfolk General. When I was finally able to visit, I walked to the nursery wheeling
my catheter bag behind me. This was not how I expected to meet my baby. With
the constant beeping of alarms going off at the isolette, my guilt really set
in.
The nurse explained that he couldn’t receive any stimulation
yet, so I wouldn’t be able to hold him. I sat next to him until the early hours
of the morning, only leaving to briefly pump, and prayed he would make it
through the night.
After three days, I was told that Hudson needed to be taken
to CHKD’s NICU. It was sudden and unexpected, and I remember thinking that only
the sickest children go there. I had a complete meltdown, but signed consent
for him to be transferred.
At first, I was terrified, but CHKD turned out to be the
biggest blessing. My baby looked more comfortable. I was encouraged to hold him,
and so many of my questions were answered. The staff helped me understand what
I could do to help him, and they encouraged me to participate in rounds. I
realized that even though I wasn’t able to bond with him at delivery, or have
the newborn photo shoot I had planned, I could do everything in my power to
advocate for him and help him get healthy enough to go home.
Today Hudson is two, and although his start was unexpected and
our journey difficult, it has only made us appreciate the miracle that he is
even more.
No one has the same NICU story or path, but the one thing we
all have in common is that our journey was not what we expected or had planned.
The NICU is a roller coaster ride and your baby is the steering wheel. Make
friends, share your story, and connect with the people around you who can
relate to what you’re going through.
About Monica Holland
Monica Holland is the mother of Hudson a
former 28-weeker who stayed in the NICU 91 days. She is serving on the NICU Family Advisory Council. Holland is a first-grade teacher and loves spending
time outdoors with her husband, Hudson, and the family bulldog Hoss.
