February 19, 2016 at 2:05 pm | Posted in Grief, hospital, life after loss | 8 Comments
Tags: baby loss, child loss, death of a baby, life after loss, motherhood, post traumatic stress disorder, thoughts, unexplainable
On President’s Day I took the twins to a go-kart, bowling, ninja warrior play place. Everyone had a fantastic time until one of the twins decided that he was a much bigger ninja warrior than he actually is. He hurt his ankle and I took him and his sister home.
The next day he was still limping and still on winter break. I decided I should take him to the doctor while he was home and preempt the call I might get from school about his limp. After seeing the doctor she decided we should go get an x-ray.
At this point in the day it was close to rush hour in Atlanta. The closest place to have the x-ray is the children’s hospital across the street from our pediatrician’s office. I drive past the hospital where Sawyer died all the time. I know that revisiting certain places (like the place where Sawyer was pronounced dead) should be avoided. I was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder after Jake died and then again after Sawyer died.
I decided PTSD or no PTSD we were going for the x-ray. And so we did. One twin went into the x-ray room by himself while I stood with his sister in the hall. I tried with every ounce of my being to shut out the thoughts of standing in this hospital hall staring at the closed door to the room where Sawyer was taken.
A few minutes later the door opened. I held onto a hand of each of the twins and left the hospital.
Little boy with just a sprained ankle and a mom who would like to wrap him and his sister in bubble wrap.
Birthday Benches
August 20, 2015 at 11:36 pm | Posted in Grief, hydrops, Jake, life after loss, Love, NICU | 9 CommentsTags: baby loss, birthday, child loss, death of a baby, H.E.A.R.T.strings Perinatal Bereavement Office at Northside Hospital, hydrops fetalis, premature birth, ways to honor the memory of your child
Jake never left the hospital. His short life was spent entirely in the NICU. The only other places Evan and I went with him were the consult room and a small outdoor balcony off of the NICU.
While helping with the special project of updating the consult room I heard that the balcony might need some new benches. It seemed to make sense to me that for Jake’s 10th birthday we should get the benches for the balcony. So that is what we did. We miss you Jake.
a special project
July 22, 2015 at 10:36 pm | Posted in Death, Grief, hospital, life after loss, Love, NICU | 12 CommentsTags: baby loss, death of a baby, H.E.A.R.T.strings Perinatal Bereavement Office at Northside Hospital, Jake, life after loss, NICU, Sawyer, ways to honor the memory of your child
The “consult room” – every hospital has one or several. The “consult room” is where Evan and I held Jake for the last time. It is where we were when the ER doctor told us that Sawyer was dead. They were different “consult rooms,” in different hospitals but they looked the same. Standard issue plastic couch and chair. Generic flowery art. Striped carpet.
No one wishes to be in these rooms. The hospital where all 4 of our children were born has a Perinatal Bereavement Office where I volunteer at times. The extraordinary people who work at the office decided that they were going to renovate the consult room in the Special Care Nursery of the NICU. I was lucky enough to help with this special project.
One of Evan’s mother’s paintings is now on a wall of the newly decorated consult room. On another wall there is painting by an artist who is the great-aunt of other parents who also used the room when their little girl, Lily, died. Her parents helped with this special project too.
This is still a room that I hope none of you have to enter. I know that realistically there are people who will be in that room holding their precious baby for perhaps the first and last time. I wish that one day all babies will go home with their parents but until that day I am glad that there is now a warm comforting room where families can spend whatever time they have together.
Evan and I are truly honored by the dedication of this room and that this will be part of Jake and Sawyer’s legacy.
Bereavement Training
October 24, 2013 at 10:14 pm | Posted in Grief, Jake, NICU, Sawyer | 6 CommentsTags: baby loss, bereavement training, child loss, compassion, death of a baby, gratitude, kindness, life after loss, new not so normal, ways to honor the memory of your child
Today I, along with several other parents, spoke to a group of nurses as part of their bereavement training. This is the second parent panel I have been a part of in the last few months and I have participated in several others over the years. At times, I find talking about Jake and Sawyer cathartic. I am always hopeful that sharing our story can somehow help others. After each of these panels I have come away with lists of suggestions for nurses and tips for NICU parents.
There is a common theme in all the stories. All bereaved parents want their child/children to be remembered. There will not be the lifetime of memories that hopefully other children will have. The stay in the hospital and every aspect of it is very often all the parents have. The doctors and nurses are big parts of these memories. The kindness and compassion of the medical professionals is so important. I am thankful that bereavement training exists.
No matter how small the baby is or how long the baby lived, parents want their baby treated like every other baby. They want to be treated like every other parent. One mom said she just felt like she was in the middle of a really bad Lifetime movie. We are all hoping that we can change the channel or wake up from the nightmare of outliving our child/children. Unfortunately, this is our reality. Thank you to all those who help us along our way.
The Other Baby
September 18, 2013 at 9:44 am | Posted in hospital, Jake, life after loss, NICU | 13 CommentsTags: #DPchallenge, baby loss, death of a baby, hope, hospital, life after loss, new not so normal, NICU, thoughts, writing challenge
“We can leave whenever you want to go.” Evan said for the tenth time.
“Not yet, I can wait a little longer.” I lied.
I was hot and I felt like the walls where closing in on me. So, not even 5 minutes later I ran out of the hospital. Evan followed me.
It was the first time we had been back to the hospital since the horrible day that Jake had died.
It started earlier that day. Evan and I were both home. Our fog of grief was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. He answered. I heard him say, “I am her husband whatever you need to talk to her about you can can tell me.” I could not hear the response on the other end of the call. Evan’s sad voice spoke once more, “Do you realize that our only child died last week and his funeral was just days ago?”.
Evan appeared with the phone in front of me. “It is a nurse from the hospital. She needs to speak to you.”
The one and only thing that entered my mind was that this nurse was calling to tell me that Jake was alive!! This has all been a terrible mistake. Evan and I are about to wake up from this nightmare. Jake is really waiting for us in the hospital. I grabbed the phone from Evan.
“There has been a mix up at the hospital.” said the nurse.
My mind and my heart were now both racing so fast that I could not sit still. “Okay.” was all I could manage to say in response.
“The milk that you had pumped for Jake was given to another baby.”
My mind and heart stopped racing. What!? I had been pumping milk since the day that Jake was born in the hopes that he would one day drink it. Evan would take the bottles of milk, label them and put them into this high security refrigerator in the NICU.
When Jake died we asked if we could donate the milk. Perhaps at least my milk could help another baby and help us to make some sense over Jake’s death. We were told that we could not donate the milk because I had been given pain medication after my C-section. Another loss.
Evan asked if we needed to come dispose of the milk. The nurses assured us that we did not have to worry about it – they would get rid of the milk.
Except, they did not. The milk was mistakenly given to another baby in the NICU. Now the parents of the other baby were understandably upset.
The nurse was calling because they needed me to come in for a blood test to verify that I was not on any illegal drugs when I pumped the milk. The other parents needed to know that the milk that their NICU baby drank was ok.
“Of course, my blood is ok.” I whispered as I realized that this call was not going to bring Jake back to us. Evan held my hand.
“I will come right now to take the blood test. I know that if we were those other parents we would want/need to know.” I hung up the phone.
Evan drove us the 3 miles back to the hospital where we had left Jake’s body just days before. A nurse met us out front and led us to a room far from the regular labor and delivery and the NICU. We were far, far away from any happy parents with their newborns. The hospital walls seemed to close in on us.
We waited in that room for the blood test. We waited for 30 minutes. “We can leave whenever you want to go.” Evan said for the first time. And, then we waited 30 more minutes. He repeated over and over that we could leave.
After 90 minutes I could not take it anymore. I ran out of the room. I did not ever take the blood test. I knew that there was nothing in my milk that Jake would not have been given had he ever drank it. So, I thought the other baby would be ok. Or, at least that if the baby was not ok it would not be from my milk.
I will never know for sure but every day I hope and pray that the other baby is alive, happy and healthy.
Tips for NICU Parents
January 12, 2013 at 10:52 pm | Posted in Grief, hospital, NICU, normal?, silver lining | 12 CommentsTags: bereavement training, Jake, NICU, Nurses, parents of premature babies, Sawyer, tips
This past week I, along with 2 other mothers, spoke to a group of nurses as part of their bereavement training. The nurses all work at Northside, the hospital where we had all 4 of our children.
This is the 3rd time I have been on the parent panel as part of this course. The purpose of parents speaking is so that we can give feedback about our experiences at the hospital and help the nurses to better understand the needs of the families. I listened to the other women recount their bittersweet experiences. I spoke about mine.
Along with helping the nurses understand the parent’s perspective, we also spoke about ideas for families with babies in the NICU. The other 2 mothers had several suggestions that Evan and I had not thought of while Jake was in the NICU. No one knows ahead of time that they will be a NICU parent. And, NICU parents do not usually have time to google suggestions for being a parent to a very premature baby. However, I am going to share this list just in case you or someone you know finds themselves with a child in the NICU.
- Take pictures. Use your phone, a disposable camera or whatever kind of camera is available to you. I am so thankful that the nurses encouraged us to take pictures.
- Video tape. If it is allowed make video tapes of your baby. I wish Evan and I had video of Jake.
- Pen and journal. Ask the nurses to write something down about your baby during their shift.
- Small stuffed animals. Carry them around so they pick up your scent. Place them in your babies’ isolette.
- Memory metal. Use the metal to make a finger or foot print of your baby.
- Scrapbook. The hospital gave us everything that touched Jake’s body. Evan and I keep all of Jake’s things. We have been working on a special cabinet to keep it all together but it would be great if we could put together a scrapbook as well.
Some hospitals have organizations to help and support NICU parents. The group at Northside is called Parents Partnered for Preemies. Do you have any other ideas to add to this list?
Jake’s stuffed animals
Things could always be worse. . .
February 18, 2012 at 9:16 am | Posted in emergency room, Grief, life after loss, Love, mourning, venting | 6 CommentsTags: dark days, family, life after loss, new not so normal, perspective, post traumatic stress disorder
The other night I was talking to one of my favorite friends and she asked how everyone at my house was feeling. I thought about it and cautiously answered, “Everyone is doing pretty well.” And, I truly thought all was well, until 5 am the next morning. I woke up to Evan asking me to go get some ice packs. He had a bloody nose that would not stop. I won’t go into the gory details but he was a mess.
This had happened once before a few weeks after Sawyer died. Evan had come home from work and after a few hours he could still not stop the bloody nose. He shocked me by asking me to call 911. He was taken to the ER in an ambulance. The bloody nose eventually stopped.
After Jake died I had this realization that anyone and everyone close to me could slip away at an instant. Life had a new kind of uncertainty. I even flipped out when our dog, Buddy, had to be sedated for a dental cleaning. My very same favorite friend talked me down off the ledge as we waited at the vet.
Life seems so fragile. Maybe it was fragile before Jake and Sawyer died but I was oblivious. After Evan’s first visit to the ER it was not hard for me to imagine the worst happening. Only a few weeks before we had buried Sawyer. Nothing is guaranteed.
After yesterday’s visit to the ER I found myself trying not to let my mind go to the worst places. As I drove Evan from doctor to doctor I took deep breaths. I reminded myself of what my grandfather always says when asked how he is feeling, “I could be better but things could always be worse.”
The doctors told us that based on Evan’s blood pressure we were very lucky that it was a bloody nose because there were far worse alternatives. My mind had already played and replayed the worst of the alternatives. Now I will do my best to focus on the present. Unfortunately, Evan and I both know all too well that things could always be worse. He will get better.
Evan holding Sawyer
Paranoid Parenting
January 28, 2012 at 11:22 pm | Posted in emergency room, life after loss, normal?, twins | 9 CommentsTags: child loss, life after loss, new not so normal, parenthood, post traumatic stress disorder, Sawyer, twins, unexplainable
I felt my heart racing as I drove down the street towards the twins’ pediatrician. They were in the back seat. I hoped they did not sense my panic. My heart always races just a bit faster when we pass the entrance to the emergency room of the Children’s hospital. I cannot drive past it without thinking of driving in the ambulance with Sawyer.
Confession #1 – At times I have driven way out of my way to avoid this entrance. However, passing it is the only good route to the twins’ doctor.
Confession #2 – I have thought about switching pediatricians just so I do not have to drive down this street all the time. I rule this out because I know that these flashbacks are in my head and I cannot escape them (and I love our pediatrician).
It was the 2nd straight day of high fevers. Pink eye had definitely returned to our house. And, as usual I am completely paranoid about their breathing. Colds, flu, pink eye – it is all part of being a parent. I know this and I repeatedly remind myself that all kids get sick. I try to trust my instincts as a mother. The doubt always creeps in – not matter what I do. I thought Sawyer was fine the night he died. My maternal instincts failed me that night – could they fail me again?
I had begged the sick appointment nurse to squeeze us in Friday afternoon. We were the last appointment. We got the pink eye medicine and an antibiotic. Pulsox levels were good. No irregular heart beats. My panic started to subside. I packed the twins back into the car and drove home.
Yesterday
November 18, 2011 at 9:58 pm | Posted in Anniversaries, Grief, NICU, silver lining | 3 CommentsTags: gratitude, grief, hope, March of Dimes, new not so normal, premature birth
Sometimes I get so caught up in my own story that I miss the rest of the bigger story of the world out there. Yesterday was Sawyer’s birthday. It was also World Prematurity Day. Thank you to Evan for telling me in the first place and to Jessica for reminding me.
November is also Prematurity Awareness Month. Did you know that in the U.S., 1 in 8 babies is born prematurely and worldwide 13 million babies are born too soon each year (statistics from the March of Dimes)? 3 of our 4 children were born premature. So many of my friends’ children spent time in the NICU. If you would like to please comment with who you know who was/is in the NICU.
Another thing happening in the world yesterday was that EC Stilson released her book “The Golden Sky.” She wrote about the life and death of her son Zeke. His birthday would have been today. In honor of Zeke and her book EC had a blogfest. She graciously asked me to participate. I confess that I tried but could not figure out how to post the button.
Today I still have my story but I am also joining the rest of the bigger world’s story. Hopefully, one day I too will find that “after every storm, there is a golden sky” (EC Stilson).
NICU Nurses
September 16, 2011 at 11:48 pm | Posted in Grief, hospital, mourning, NICU, parents | 6 CommentsTags: bereavement training, child loss, life after loss, parenthood
This week I, along with 3 other mothers, spoke to group of NICU nurses. The nurses have bereavement training. The purpose of parents speaking is so that we can give feedback about our experiences at the hospital. I listened to the other women recount their bittersweet experiences. I spoke about mine. This is the second time I have spoken to a group of NICU nurses. I am very thankful that this group of people are able to be NICU nurses. I never could do it. I am so amazed by their skill and compassion.
The other women who spoke turned their grief into action. One of the women and her husband started a grief group at their church. Another women writes a blog. The third woman started a group called Rock Goodbye Angel. The purpose of the group is to “encourage families who have lost a baby to regain hope by caring for them during their time of grief so that they know they are not alone.”
I think that the 4 of us gave the nurses some helpful feedback. A few suggestions came out of the discussion:
- Hospital staff (nurses, chaplains, etc.) perhaps do not need to bring up topics such as funeral arrangements and autopsies while the baby is still alive. Parents of babies in the NICU are trying to focus on hope and survival.
- Inform everyone in the hospital when there has been a death so before they come into your hospital room they already know. This way when the person who comes to empty the trash they will not ask how the baby is doing. Our hospital puts a dove outside the door to indicate tha the baby has died.
- It would be great if there were separate entrances and exits for parents whose baby has died. Waiting in the wheelchair after being discharged from the hospital all the mothers are in the same area. It was excruciating leaving Jake in the hospital and waiting with happy new parents and their babies did not help. On the flip side, when I left the hospital with the twins, I was waiting in the wheelchair for Evan to pick us up. I was sitting next to a mother with empty arms. I knew what that meant and my heart broke for her.
- Continuing bereavement training is helpful for caregivers, friends and family.
“Though we encounter it as suffering, grief is in fact an affirmation. The indifferent do not grieve, the uncommitted do not grieve, the loveless do not
grieve. We mourn only the loss of what we have loved and what we have valued, and in this way mourning darkly refreshes our knowledge of the causes of our loves and the reasons for our values. Our sorrow restores us to the splendors of our connectedness to people and to principles. It is the yes of a broken heart. In our bereavement we discover how much was ruptured by death, and also how much was not ruptured. These tears lead directly to introspection.” Leon Wieseltier, The New Republic’s literary editor. (sent to me by my sister-in-law Melanie – thank you!).
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