It used to be that everyone knew about our NICU story. Not so much anymore. I mean people don't usually go around talking about their 6 year old's birth story. There are typically other things to talk about- school stuff, younger siblings, etc. So, if you've never heard our story, please keep reading...
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Austin was born at 29 weeks gestation. Don't let his sweet demeanor fool you.
He was just as fiesty then as he is now! |
If Austin were born today, people would know about his dramatic birth almost instantly via the world wide web. However, the internet was a much different place six years ago than it is now. I'd never heard of Facebook, Twitter or Google Reader. People didn't send as many emails. Nobody sent text messages because it was too expensive. Information just didn't travel as quickly six years ago as it does now. What that meant in our case was that, other than our parents, very few people even knew I had developed pregnancy complications until days or weeks after Austin was born. If the same thing had happened today, I'm sure we would very quickly make a
Facebook status- maybe it would be something like this:
"We had our baby 11 weeks early today. Our cute little peanut weighs two and half pounds and is a tiny 14 inches long. We'll post a picture as soon as we can. "
Or maybe it would be more like this:
"Austin was delivered this morning by emergency c-section. We haven't been able to hold him or even touch him because he is so fragile- only 2.5 pounds and 14 inches long. Emily is still very sick from the preeclampsia. Please pray for us."
It's crazy how technology has changed our lives so much in so little time.
Speaking of technology, I don't know what I would do without my blog. Every once in awhile, I get in the mood to write and reminisce about our experience. This is usually precipitated by some sort of momento that I find laying around the house- a picture, a preemie diaper, or in this case,
a journal.
You know, I've come across this journal before- years ago- but I guess it was all too fresh for me to be affected by it. It's now been six years, though, and I've forgotten so many of the details. Looking back in my mind, it almost seems like a dream or a movie. It's only when I read something I once wrote or I touch a piece of preemie clothing that Austin once wore that the memories flood back.
I used to journal every day. I would write out my prayers in detail, list bible verses that I read, and document praises. I wish that I could say I still continue in this spiritual discipline, but in fact, I journal very seldom these days. The demands of having two small children, along with a bit of laziness on my part, mean that I am doing good if I can read a few chapters of my Bible each day. With that being said, it is easy for me to look back on journal entries from the past and think that I was once ultra holy or something. I know myself well enough to know that is not the case. I used to often "preach" to myself from scripture as I wrote out my prayers, so I have to remind myself that the words I wrote down may not be indicative of my exact spiritual state at the time.
All that being said, I was encouraged by what I read in the journal that I found. It is good for me to remember that I was close to God during that difficult trial. I found it fascinating to read the entries that I wrote immediately before being admitted to the hospital and throughout the time that Austin was in the NICU. I also have specific medicals stats marked down that are very interesting to read now.
Here's a little timeline:
Monday, September 18, 2006-
I had blood glucose testing done at my doctor's office. I was 28 weeks pregnant. My blood pressure was slightly elevated. On the way home from the doctor's office, I called my mom, and she mentioned something about toxemia. I'd never heard of it, so I looked it up. Here was my prayer:
"Lord, please take care of Austin and myself. I am concerned about the high blood pressure. Please let it go back to normal and let my bloodwork come back normal. Thank you for the doctor's wisdom. Help me not to worry this week. You are sovereign and will take care of all my needs..."
Tuesday, September 19, 2006-
I got very little sleep overnight, I remember. I was stricken with some kind of terrible stomach ailment, and I felt just awful. Before heading back to the doctor's office to get some labs done, here is what I wrote:
"Dear Lord, please heal my body. help my blood pressure to go down and my stomach to feel better. Help my contractions to be harmless and not labor preterm. Help me to have a good day and not to worry. I trust you to take care of me. Thank you for Joseph and for my mom. Thank you for my unborn baby. Help him to grow and develop. Help him to go to full term...Let me have a good day at work... Be with Joseph this morning. Get him through his classes. Give him restful sleep this afternoon...."
I had no idea that my world was about to be turned upside down. I was working at the seminary as a secretary. Joseph had just started working nights at UPS in addition to Smoothie King. He had a full load of seminary classes, and he was doing an internship at our church. I can't help but remember that Joseph ended up getting very little sleep that day or the days that were to follow...
My journal stops here for a few days.
Here is a blog post I once wrote that will fill in the gaps. When I got to the doctor's office, it was discovered that I was much sicker than anyone realized. I was admitted to the hospital with preeclampsia and got sicker and sicker until they delivered Austin on Saturday.
My journal picks back up on Sunday, September 24, 2006:
"Praises: Austin was born yesterday without complications. The Lord helped me to make it through a c-section. I am feeling better. Encouragement from friends; good doctors. Prayers: Baby Austin's health; Joseph and myself as we come to reality..."
Our reality was like a dream for the next three months. Austin spent the first 72 days of his life away from us- being cared for night and day by NICU nurses. We visited him every day with the exception of one or two days when I was sick with a fever. Somehow God saw us through. It was hard, and it is still hard. But there is one thing that I know with confidence- God is sovereign, all-powerful, in control and good even when circumstances are difficult.
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| This is Austin now- almost 6 years old! |