When my husband, Scott, and I found out we were expecting naturally conceived fraternal twins, we were told they may come five to six weeks early. We never prepared for the idea they would come any earlier. I did everything I was supposed to do to remain healthy. I ate all of the right foods when I wasn’t plagued with morning sickness, I rested, I stayed off my feet as much as possible for a teacher, I took my prenatal vitamins religiously. These babies would not be early – not even five or six weeks.
In the wee hours of Halloween morning 2009, three days after my 24 week OB/GYN appointment, I woke to a dull backache. I thought nothing of it as I had sat on some rather uncomfortable bleachers the night before at a high school football game. The back aches became more and more regular and more intense as the hours progressed.
After calling my doctor three hours after the backache began, my husband and I made our way to the hospital. It never crossed our minds to pack a bag – we simply went to the hospital with the clothes we were wearing. On the way to the hospital, we weren’t in a rush as the pain I was experiencing was nowhere near as painful as I expected labor to be (that changed a couple of hours later). Scott and I talked about how I could possibly be on bed rest for the remaining weeks of my pregnancy. Never once did I dream I would give birth just three and a half hours later.
We arrived at the hospital at 3:58 am and made our way to triage in labor and delivery. I was not panicked so the nursing staff did not panic. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion. All I wanted to do was to go home, take a nap, and prepare for the Halloween party we were going to that evening.
While my husband was sent to registration, it was discovered that I was 4 centimeters dilated and in active labor. IVs of magnesium were started and I was practically placed on my head in order to take all pressure off my cervix. While I was on magnesium, I dilated from four to six centimeters in 20 minutes. There was no way labor could be stopped.
Because each boys’ heart rate dropped with every contraction, an emergency c-section was performed. Joseph entered the world at 7:41 am weighing two pounds one ounce and was 12 inches in length. Campbell arrived a minute later weighing one pound fifteen ounces and was 12 inches in length. Both were immediately placed on a ventilator and taken to the Neonatal ICU.
Campbell could not overcome his extreme complications from prematurity and passed away after 23 beautiful days of life. Joseph had an extensive 228 day NICU stay that included a rare onset of late Necrotizing Enterocolitis at five and a half months of age.
Being a parent of a preemie is something I never anticipated in life. I never expected to be leaving my babies at the hospital after they were born. I never expected to plan a funeral for our child. I never expected to visit my child at the hospital day after day for 228 days. I never expected to watch my child on the near brink of death multiple times. I never expected to raise a child with a feeding tube and hearing loss. I never expected to raise a child with numerous health complications.
But, I am – we are. I am a proud preemie parent. We are proud preemie parents. When I watch Joseph run and play outside, I think back to the day we were told he may never run. When I hear Joseph talk non-stop in the back seat of the car as we are driving to school, I think of the day we were told he may never talk due to his hearing loss. When Joseph succeeds at learning something new, I think of all of the days we were told he may never live.
I think of all of the days Joseph had countless tubes and wires coming from his tiny, frail, almost transparent body and the numerous weeks we spent watching a ventilator breathe for him. I never dreamed we would escape those days. I never dreamed we would see the days of him being as healthy as he possibly can be.
But we are. We came through those dark days. I am proud. I am proud of our preemie. I am proud of every, single thing he accomplishes – no matter how big or small. Because there were countless times we were told Joseph “can’t” or “won’t”, it makes all of his accomplishments that much sweeter. He continues to beat the odds that were set before him. I couldn’t be more proud to be a parent of a preemie.