When I think of motherhood, I think of it being a beautiful, yet scary adventure. For many women it’s a club that everyone wants to join, by any means necessary. Becoming a preemie mom was a club I got initiated in without signing up. During my first pregnancy, I tried to prepare as best as possible by following all of the “first mom rules.” I signed up for the hospital tour, started the baby registry early, read articles and more. I was in full preparation for my unborn baby when I was hit with the biggest curve ball. I went into preterm labor at 21 weeks and ultimately delivered at 22 weeks 6 days. I hadn’t prepared to become a preemie mom. In the days leading up to giving birth to my son, the NICU team came and spoke to my family and me. They discussed the risk of having a micro-preemie and what that could potentially mean for us.
My OB encouraged us to do comfort care and “try again later.” To say my world was shaken would be a complete understatement. When I told the Doctors to save my son no matter what the risk or challenges ahead, I really didn’t know what I was getting us into. While the risks were a bit scary, I knew in my heart that my baby boy deserved a fighting chance. I quickly discovered that becoming a NICU mom would take courage that up until this point had never fully been tapped into.
Prior to Jaxson’s birth I had no real knowledge of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. I had no idea of the feelings, smells and sounds that would dominate our life over the course of 119 days. [Continue reading]