NICU: Mischief Managed

We moved back to D pod at the end of July. I had some pretty negative emotions towards it because I hated the three weeks we had spent in there previously, and we had a really good carespace in C pod. We needed to get out of there quick! Or so I thought…

We had been prepared to be parents. We were prepared to bring home our baby, get little to no sleep, feed at all hours of the night, handle some spit up, poopy diapers, you name it. This is what we anticipated the majority of our pregnancy. NICU life was kind of outside of all of that if that makes any sense. Our life there was confined to the walls of the fourteenth floor. Now we were actually getting ready to bring Evan home. We’d be at home, by ourselves, with a baby who had been getting around the clock medical care for the past 80 some days. This was not what we prepared for when we were waiting for our sweet guy to arrive.

I recently read a post somewhere called “Welcome to Holland.” It’s about being a special needs parent. Essentially it says that it’s like preparing for a vacation to Italy. You plan and plan. You learn all the places you want to sight see, book your hotels, plan where you will eat, etc. But when your plane touches down, the attendant says “Welcome to Holland.” This wasn’t where you planned to be. You have to learn all new places to see, book new hotels while cancelling the ones in Italy, research new restaurants, etc. Holland is great. It is beautiful and wonderful, but it is not Italy. This is the sad paradox of being a special needs parent. You are overwhelmed with love and gratefulness for this little life before you, but there is still grace to grieve the life you had expected.

Bringing Evan home finally put me in a dark place. This was it. This was supposed to be the best moment of our lives. It was supposed to be nothing but joy. But, I suddenly was overcome with doubt, anxiety, and fear. What if I can’t do this? What will I do without monitors, alarms, and nurses here? What if something goes wrong, and I am home alone? I spiraled into full blown Post-Partum Anxiety, but by the time I called my OB to get medication, we were too close to discharge for it to kick in before we left. I couldn’t function. Remember before when I said I throw up from any strong emotion? Well, anxiety is a very strong emotion. Every time Evan cried I had a panic attack that led me to vomiting. I could barely eat. I couldn’t sleep.

We were supposed to go home on a Friday. Evan just had to pass his carseat test. Martha tried not to let us be there for it because she knew I would just stare at the monitor the entire time…she knew me so well (and still does). I convinced her to start it while we were still there though, and we left about an hour into it. He passed on the first try! I was SHOCKED.

Every time I called that week during the night, the nurses said “he’s been a little fussy.” Then he would sleep all day. Something felt off to me. His night nurses that week were ones he hadn’t had before, so they didn’t know him or his personality, and we were in a different pod now, so the rest of the nurses in there hadn’t really seen him much either. It wasn’t until Thursday night, the night we were rooming in (staying overnight in a special room for parents whose babies are about to go home) that someone else realized it wasn’t right. Brittany was back that night, and she could tell that Evan’s “fussiness” was not him at all. He screamed from about 6pm-1:30am at least that night. Something wasn’t right. To top it off, I came down with a stomach bug that night (different from my anxiety pukes) and we had to call off rooming in and go home. The next day, to protect Evan from germs, I couldn’t go to the NICU at all. I cried the entire day while Alex sent me pictures, and Amber reassured me that she wouldn’t let them send us home without assessing Evan.

The next day, I was alone with Evan the whole day while Alex went to Richmond for his brother’s wedding. It killed us that we couldn’t both be there, but we couldn’t leave Evan alone especially since something felt wrong. The new plan was to leave on Monday. However, his temps were low that day, and he was having more desaturations than normal, so his nurse asked the doctor to run some labs. They did a septic work up on him. They started him on antibiotics to be safe and they tweaked his feeding schedule a bit to try and help him be more comfortable. We didn’t go home that Monday, because we were waiting on labs and for him to be more himself still. Tuesday night we roomed in again, and things went much better. We got practically no sleep at all, but Evan was more himself. Wednesday morning we would be able to take him home! When the doc walked in that morning, I could see it all over her face. We weren’t going home. His blood cultures came back with MRSA (not at all surprised, but that will be a post all by itself–cue laughter from any of his NICU care team reading right now). They were pretty sure it was just a contaminated sample, but they couldn’t send us home without rechecking. Evan also got genetics labs pulled that morning too that we would follow up on outpatient. The new plan was Friday…again.

Evan and Addie
Evan and Brittany
Evan with Amber and Maegan

Friday came. Alex worked a half day because with all the back and forth, he had taken off too many days. He wanted to be able to spend two weeks at home with us as we adjusted before going back. Addie was working days now, so she was our nurse for discharge. It was so nice having one of his “people” there for this moment. It was even better that his other primaries came in just to see him off. Brittany, Maegan, and Amber all came in on their days off just to celebrate this moment with us. Like I said before–FAMILY. They have loved our sweet boy unconditionally from the moment they met him, and they continue to love and care for him (and us).

Maegan has presented Evan with a sock. Evan is FREE!

I was terrified, but so excited. We put Evan in his “discharge onesie,” and got all the paperwork signed, packed up his things, and got him in the carseat. It was really happening! Maegan even gave him a sock to free him from the NICU. It was such a fun moment.

Headed home!

The drive home was scary, but we did it! We walked Evan around the house to show him his new home (he was unimpressed), and then we just enjoyed being alone. It was surreal. We had a bunch of medications to keep up with and a rigid feeding schedule, and Evan still had his days and nights mixed up. Add in my PPA that was still not alleviated by my medication, and you get a rough transition. Alex was my hero in those first days home. I was still unable to control my panic attacks, and I would have to leave the room often. He took care of both of us that first week home, and I have no idea how he did it. Well, I do. It was Jesus.

Tummy time AKA nap time.

Discharge was such a picture of the gospel to me. I was in my time of most need. Evan is always in his time of most need. And there was Alex laying his life down for us. Sacrificing sleep and sanity to love us in the ways we needed expecting nothing in return.

Our first outpatient appointment!
Evan always looks so snobby. Turning his nose up and side eyeing everything. Still the cutest.

By the end of Alex’s two weeks off, we had tackled more doctor’s appointments than I can count, celebrated Evan turning three months old AT HOME, and kept the baby alive and mostly happy. He still wasn’t sleeping right, but we will take whatever victories we can get. Oh, and my medication finally kicked in, and I felt like myself again.

Tomorrow, I will tell you the triumphs and woes of my first days of stay at home momhood. I’ll tell you this: it’s not boring. That’s for sure. Life with Evan never is.

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Brooke Norton

I am a follower of Christ, wife, mama of a medically complex kiddo, and a coffee enthusiast. I have created this space because I feel called to share our story of hope, heartache, and undeniable grace from our good and beautiful God. This will be a space of unapologetic honesty when it comes to parenting my sweet Evan. At times what I say may offend some, but I will shout our truth loudly because that is what Jesus calls us to. This is our story. This is our everyday. This is our Evan.

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