5 Things Not To Say To A NICU Mom

One of the mom groups I belong to on Facebook is focused on providing information for breastfeeding mothers. I’ve learned a lot of good things there, but like any destination on the web, you find a mix of people who provide helpful, factual advice and people who, to be kind, don’t.

I’ve noticed quite a few questions on there lately from NICU moms who are doing their best to navigate that scary medical labyrinth with their tiny baby in the center. I try to answer where I think I can help, and I see other NICU veterans do the same. But it also seems like for each of us, there are three other well-meaning but misguided people who are pushing information that will likely end up frustrating the NICU mom if not outright setting her up for failure. And since I just so happen to have my own little platform here, I thought I would take a few minutes to put together a “5 Things Not To Say To a NICU Mom”:

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Four Months Already?

Last weekend, I got an awesome package in the mail from my friend Andrea, who is also a preemie mom. She put together a CD for her little guy’s first birthday and sent it to me because she thought I would especially love the first song – and I did! I can’t believe that PJ is four months old now, and how far he’s already come from that tiny little guy in the NICU all hooked up to wires and tubes! So let’s celebrate little man today, and take a listen to the song Andrea picked out just for these mighty little guys: 

Yeah, that’s my dog! Na na na na na na (catchy, isn’t it?)

An Early Thanksgiving

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I already mentioned how grateful we are to the staff in the NICU who helped us get through our days there. I can’t stress enough how great they were, and would definitely tell anyone with a high-risk pregnancy to go to Lehigh Valley and know you will be taken great care of!

Of course, our family and friends were right there with us the whole time too. I would have lost my mind without all of your support, and I am so grateful to have you all – thank you! The other group of people I am so grateful for are the “been there’s” who helped us navigate this scary new world of medical terms, endless commuting, and all the emotional trauma of having a baby in the hospital for long periods of time. Paul’s cousin Angelique not only gave us good advice, but helped explain what was happening to Paul’s parents as PJ progressed. A friend from high school, Andrea, who I’d stayed friends with on Facebook, reached out and shared her story with me of having a baby in the NICU the year before and gave me lots of good advice for getting through it. Another friend and former work colleague, Adrianna, put me in touch with Ashley who also went through this last year and was so sweet, even though we’ve never met! One of my hopes for this little blog is to reach other NICU families who may not have the kind of support that we did, and for it to help them feel a little less alone. We know how hard it is to go home without your baby, to have strangers (even wonderfully kind ones) telling you when you can and can’t interact with your baby, and to celebrate those little moments that most people don’t even know exist because for most people, it happens inside your belly instead of in front of your eyes.

It’s a club no one asks to join, but once you’re in, you’re in for life.

Give A Baby A Yub

Once PJ came home, my new mission was to teach him how to breastfeed. I was thrilled that I was able to supply enough to feed him, and I didn’t want to let it go to waste. I saw how hard some of the other NICU moms worked trying to pump and not getting anywhere, so I never took this for granted. And while he was in the NICU, it was a pain but not that big of a deal to drop everything and pump every three hours.

When he came home, it was a whole different ballgame.
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Heading Home

If PJ’s first week in the NICU was the hardest, the last one felt the longest. On the one hand, I was really happy – he was making so much progress! He’d hit his targets for age, temperature, and had been moved into the “almost ready to go home” wing of the NICU. Yay PJ! Although how he got there is one of the things I will embarrass teenage PJ about (tee hee!)
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