Thursday, February 17, 2011

Lea Celeste Gorman

I found out my husband Lain and I were expecting in July of 2010. What a surprise! I had just switched jobs, we were slowly renovating our home and the last thing on my mind was having a baby. God had a plan for us, however.

Surprise immediately turned to excitement, as we shared our news with family and friends. My parents were elated over the thought of their first grandbaby. Baby fever set in quickly, and I soon became obsessed with looking up baby names and the thought of creating the perfect nursery.


We opted to get a quad screen (a maternal blood screening test that looks for four specific substances: AFP hCG, Estriol and Inhibin-A) around the 16th week of pregnancy. A few days went by when I got a call from my doctor saying the results of my test came back positive, and that I was at risk of carrying a baby with a genetic disorder. I was then sent to a specialist, who let me know that my placenta looked “funky,” and that I’d probably not carry the baby to term. At this point, it was too early to know anything, so we would just have to wait and see. He was able to rule out things such as spinal bifida and down syndrome, yet he still has no answer to what could be wrong.

A few months passed, and I continued to see the specialist. Finally, at 27 weeks pregnant, he broke the news that my baby was not receiving enough blood from my placenta, and her size was in the 16th percentile for her gestational age. He explained to me that every day we can hold off on delivering the baby, the better chance she would have for survival.

Two weeks later, her size had dropped down to the 10th percentile. It was time for her to come out (via C-section). Unfortunately, my spinal tap ceased to take full effect, and I could still feel everything from about the knees down, so I was put to sleep immediately. The use of anesthesia meant that Lain was not allowed in the delivery room. I remember the last five seconds before everything went black: All I could think is how much I wanted my husband by my side.

Everything after my C-Section is kind of a blur. If you’ve even been put under anesthesia, you know you wake up feeling like and acting like a hot mess. I remember being wheeled into the NICU on my hospital bed to see Lea for the first time. I remember her being tiny. I changed her diaper. It felt like a dream - I didn't even cry. 

1/4/11 • Lea Celeste Gorman • 1 lb. 14 oz.
Following my C-Section, my blood pressure was extremely high due to eclampsia, so I was put on some medicine that made me feel even groggier than before. Everyone kept stressing how important it was for me to get some sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my girl. It was a long night, and I was not moved to my recovery room until the next day. When I was finally settled in, Lain and I walked down the hall to the NICU. Since he had been many times since Lea was born, he showed me how to call from the red telephone in the hallway. Then after a loud buzz, Lain pushed the door open and we went in, where he showed me the hand washing routine I would later become very familiar with.

Walking across the room towards Lea's bed was terrifying. The NICU looked so different from the short time I had spent in it before. This time, I noticed the row of blinking monitors. Alarms were dinging, and nurses were everywhere. We walked up to see the tiniest baby I had ever seen before. She was skinny with a big respirator tube coming out of her mouth and an oxygen tube in her nose. She looked like she was trying to cry, although she could not produce any sound. Standing over her were two of the nurses. It was overwhelming, and I then realized I had not prepared myself for this. Then that out-of-body experience that people sometimes talk about started to take effect. I could hear a cry - no, more like a wail. It was loud. I then realized the crying was coming from me. Another heavy cry. Then another. I could not control it. I seemed to be in slow motion, and thinking back, I'm pretty sure I was having a panic attack mixed with a nervous breakdown. Lain just held me and cried silently. I did my best to get myself together, but then Lea's respiratory alarm began to go off. I watch it go from blinking yellow… to blinking red, and that's when Lain began pushing me towards the exit. As the nurses began working on Lea, Lain whispered, "Let's come back later." I was frozen, so I just followed. I realize now that Lain didn't want me to see all of that in the state that I was in.

The next couple of days were extremely rough. I cried every time I entered the NICU. My eyes had literally almost swollen shut. To see my baby looking so small and so fragile was agonizing. I could do nothing to help her. All I could do was watch her try to cry and reach out in front of her with her tiny arms. I would have given anything to just pick her up and hold her tight. However, all I could do was stick my hand through the tiny porthole on the side of her isolette. These were by far the worst few days. Even though I had tons of visits from family and friends, I had never felt so alone in my life. I felt as if no one understood what I was going through. 





The day that I was discharged from the hospital without my baby was also one of the hardest days of all. Thankfully, things got a lot better. As the days passed, I cried less. I still cried, but just less. I began to get familiar with the monitors. I started to distinguish the meaning of each ding or buzz I heard. I learned to aggressively rub Lea's back when her oxygen level dropped due to bradycardia. I learned all the signs of over-stimulation in preemies. I adjusted Lea’s oxygen when instructed to by the NICU staff. I also started to get to know the amazing medical team that was taking care of our girl. They were so kind to us.

Since I could not drive after my C-section, my mom would pick me up every morning and bring me to the NICU. Without her that first week, I don't know what I would have done. No matter how old you are, sometimes you just need your momma – and I really did. Our routine made the situation bearable. She'd sit there while I held my girl as long as I wanted. Over the first few weeks, people brought us food, sent gifts for Lea and sent the sweetest messages of encouragement. People can be so kind :) 


People always say things happen for a reason, or that there is always something to be learned in any given situation. Apparently I needed to learn how to pray. And I did. I began praying each time I pumped, which was about eight times a day. At first, I would just pray for Lea. Later, I added prayers for Lain. From there, my list began to grow. I was praying for anyone I knew had a problem – and even if they didn’t have a problem. It got to the point where I actually had to write out a prayer list in my notebook because my list was so long. And as I prayed for others, I realized the power of prayer. Praying brought me closer to God, and close to God is where I wanted to be. As I prayed for others, I noticed my anxiety was alleviated tremendously. I will admit, I did not pray often before I had Lea. Now, I pray every day. Twice a day. Even more usually... Praying has become a routine before Lain and I fall asleep at night, and as we ride home from visiting the hospital.

The next few weeks were full of milestones. Lea off the respirator. Lea's first cry. Lea's first smile. Lea reaching two pounds! Lea off the oxygen. (Lea back on the oxygen. Two steps forward, one step back.) God had truly blessed me with one determined little fighter. She was so strong... I pulled all my strength from her. The NICU began to feel less like a hospital, and more like home. The nurses became our friends and supporters.



I went back to work after four weeks, and it felt good to partially return to the real world. I missed my time with Lea, though. I spent my entire evenings (minus the hour and a half block in which the NICU closed for a shift change) with my girl. I would hold her, change her diaper, give her a bottle, and read her books. I’d rearrange and reorganize the items in her isolette drawers just to make myself feel useful.

Happy 1 Month Birthday! - Video

There was another lesson to be learned from this experience: PATIENCE.

There were several times when we were turned away at the NICU door because one of the babies were having a procedure done, or there was a new admit.  To be so close to my child, but not be able to see her was excruciating for me. We learned to call before visiting, to be sure we’d be let in. There were a couple of days when I only saw Lea for about an hour or two. Those were the days I had to pray the hardest for patience. 

I remember the day she finally weighed three pounds. What a milestone! From there, Lea started to really pack on the ounces. It was the most beautiful experience to watch her grow. It seemed her fingers became little fat sausages over night. He double chin was absolutely adorable. And finally, after about six weeks, she finally had two sweet little but cheeks! (Yes, I know… I am totally going to be one of those moms who embarrass the heck out of their child.)



 
 Looking back thus far, we went from being the most critical case in the NICU, to one of the healthiest babies in the unit. As new parents would come in for the first time to see their babies, my heart broke for them, remembering the emotions I had just recently been through. I now pray for all of the babies nightly, especially for one very special little guy who had been our NICU neighbor at one point. I also thank God for the nurses, and pray that he’ll keep their minds nourished and alert so that they’ll be able to take the best care of all of the babies.

A month and a half has passed since Lea entered the world. She looks like a completely different baby. Her gestational age is now 36 weeks. She smiles a lot! They say its gas, but I think otherwise ;) She is now wearing all of her preemie clothes – which probably will not fit her too much longer! She is three ounces away from being four pounds. Hopefully we will be able to take her home very soon.

Thank you God, for entrusting me with this precious gift. I promise I will not let you down.



10 comments:

  1. Jessica,

    I pray for you and your family. As women and as parents, we learn many difficult lessons which have the sole purpose of opening our eyes to see the Light, God. Prayer is one of the greatest gateways to God. Keep praying for your little angel, and know everyday that God has already worked this out. Your marriage and your family ties have both become stronger because of this situation. Count all of this joy and know that you have inspired so many. God bless you, Lain and Thumba Lea.

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  2. Jess,

    The strength of you and your little family is so inspiring to me. You've been my best friend as long as I can remember and I've never been more proud to call you my Bestie. Recently becoming a Mommy myself, I know the unbelievable, indescribable love you have for your baby... the fight in you, Lea, & Lain is awesome. Seeing your little Thumba-Lea has reaffirmed in me just how awesome God is. I don't get to visit the little miss as much as I want because of my little princess, but I LOVE seeing the videos and pictures of her progress. Your strength is where Lea is pulling her strength from...she get it from her Momma ;) You, Lain, your parents, your in-laws, grandparents, and siblings are all such WONDERFUL people...Lea has no clue how loved she is and what an amazing family she is a part of.

    I love you so much Jessi Celeste!
    xoxoxoxo, Manatee

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  3. As Blessed as you feel to have Lea, she is doubly blessed to have you and Lain for parents. Your strength and determination are beautiful. She hand picked you both from heaven above, knowing her entrance into the world would be rocky but she would be surrounded by love. Her special story will always amaze her and remind all three of you of her miraculous and tenacious spirit! love you all so....Celeste

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  4. Beautifully written and beautiful baby! I've had 3 prems (earliest being 27 weeks) and I feel everything you've gone through. Your faith is inspiring. Praying that you'll be home soon!
    Marya (coming over from the preemie board)

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  5. WOW! Your story brought me to tears as I read. I too had a preemie born at 28 weeks and as I read I began to think of the journey I started back in Sept. Erik has come along way and so has your little one Lea. I completely agree with you in that the smiles are not from gas but are a way our littles ones say "Hi Mommy, I love you!"

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  6. Hi Jessica,
    Your blog site is beautiful! Don't you find it therapeutic to post? My daughter was born at 27 weeks weighing 1 lb 11oz. I made a site for her too. hannahkategray.blogspot.com
    I will add you and your precious family to our prayers.
    Bless you and take care,
    Jen

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  7. hi jessica!! Tears are rolling down my cheeks as i remember all the feelings that i felt when my baby girl was born. she was 12 weeks early and weighed only 1.8 pounds. we spent 64 days in the nicu and have now been home for 2 months. thank you for your blog. it helps other moms to know they arent alone. my prayers are with you and that precious baby

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  8. Wow, unfortunately this hits too close to home for me. I had a preemie May 24th of this year. He was born at 27 weeks and had his fair share of struggles. We are FINALLY home although I havent updated my blog in months feel free to check it out. www.landoncaleb.blogspot.com There are not many people who understand the hardships of the NICU. Your little girl is beautiful and I will be praying for her as well as you and your husband!

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  9. Your little girl is precious. I am a mommy to a 24 weeks micro preemie. I came across your blog by chance and I came our first post to read about your story. As I reached the bottom, I "awwed"...my little man has a froggie bodysuit similar to Lea's.

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  10. Your story sounds SO familiar! It is very similar to ours. Someone shared your blog on a Facebook group I am in (it was the NICU Care Packages post), and I stopped to look around. Thank you for sharing your story! Our daughters were born in February 2011, & Hannah Kate had several of the outfits your Lea is wearing in this post. :) www.arrowsinourhand.blogspot.com

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