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Please make yourself at home. Take off your shoes, and I’ll put the kettle on. We can talk about all things in the world of the premature and micropremature baby. Whether you call them low birth weight, very low birth weight (aka: VLBW), micro premature, micro-premature or micropremature, it makes no difference. If you are reading this, chances are your life has been changed forever by the entrance of a tiny person into your once relatively normal existence. Those of you who are new to our community may be shaking with fear as you read this. Welcome. I have designed this space with you in mind. It is my hope you will leave here with just that…hope. Those of you old-timers with babies already home from the NICU, or whose babies are in the feeder-grower stage, I invite your comments as well. Perhaps you are the grandparent, aunt or uncle of the new little miracle? Or a neighbor, friend or coworker? Healthcare worker, student or educator? All are invited to participate. Any time you wish to be removed from the subscription list, you may do so easily at the bottom of the page. I promise not to bombard you with too many postings; my aim is one a month with a podcast to match the subject.
I especially want to know what questions you have for this NICU nurse?
Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to forward this to your friends and family who might be needing some encouragement during their very difficult time.
Yours for love of all children,
Candy Campbell
P.S.
Don’t forget to listen to the audio interview with this month’s guest, Danae Gemmel, mom of 11 year old twin girls born at 24 weeks.
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Today I want to introduce a subject that rarely is spoken about in the NICU: motherly guilt.
All NICU parents experience a certain amount of shock and PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) when robbed of the dream of a healthy infant, whether full term or premature. This disappointment, interlaced with joy for actually giving birth, can be the entrance into a weird state of existence that one parent described as ”like a funhouse, without the fun.” Some call it the NICU war-zone; the nightmare roller-coaster ride that won’t let you off. Even in the best of situations,when a happy couple yearns for a baby, when mom has done everything ‘right’, when there is no known scientific reason for premature labor to have begun, the mother may suffer from feelings of guilt she cannot escape. Unfortunately, logic holds no currency in the land of emotion. No amount of reasoning with the mother can shake the idea that she has somehow failed in a mission nature has designed for her to complete. Don’t even go there.
I know something of this motherly guilt,first-hand, although not in any way to the same degree suffered by those moms whose babies must remain in the NICU for weeks and months. Our second child (now a very healthy 27 year old) was very sick by day two of life with hyperbilirubinemia. She was poked for blood every few hours and nearly had to be transfused. (Since I was a nurse, kindly coworkers offered to let me draw her blood. Noooooo!) Christina spent her first week of life under phototherapy lights,with brief feeding breaks, where I eagerly held her. (Thankfully, I have a wonderful sister-in-love who rallied to help out with our firstborn in the days when daddies didn’t get but a day off to see their children born.) During that, the longest week of my life, I felt more like a mummy than a mommy. Reflecting back, even the sudden death of my father was easier to manage than having to sit by and watch and wait, powerless to help, and not knowing what would be the outcome for our frail, innocent baby. And she was full term!
Multiply those feelings times infinity and you might just glimpse the tips of the evergreen Gilded Guilt trees, which spring up from their fallow canyon beds laid with shock, bewilderment, and remorse, in the nightmares of the preemie baby’s mom. Talk about being unable to see the forest through the trees. Such are the monolithic silhouettes that dog any premature baby’s mother. Be gentle with her. Allow her to mourn what she cannot control.
Fathers carry a load of grief as well, to be sure, but not guilt.
I’d like to open this up to discussion.
If you are a preemie mom, please tell us: what phrase kept you awake at night?
If you are the father of a preemie, tell us: what did you say or do that definitely helped your partner to feel better?
Are you a relative or friend of the family of a premature infant? What questions do you have?
I have cared for premature babies for nearly 20 years. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I will address every question and facilitate seeking answers.
Candy
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Danea, TC, Julia& Meredith, 11 years later