Just Breathe (eBook)

Natalia Kreinbring (Autor)

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2022 | 1. Auflage
188 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-3984-4 (ISBN)

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At just 26-weeks Natalia's world is turned upside down with the early arrival of her first-born son, Beckett. Unable to survive without medical intervention, their journey begins with an extended stay in the NICU and ends up being a 3-year journey to health. Marked by the highs and lows of seeking care for critically ill child, Natalia invites you on her emotional journey to find the best care team who can repair Beckett's damaged airway and allow him to live a full life, without restrictions. Her journey into motherhood is both heartbreaking and hopeful, but ultimately full of love.

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December 31st, 2010—it was unseasonably warm for it being New Year’s Eve, and Ryan decided to take advantage of the warmth to go golfing for the day with friends. That evening we were planning to attend a New Year’s Eve party at a friend’s house just a few houses down the street from us, but I had all afternoon before I needed to get ready. For whatever reason I thought cleaning the windows in my bedroom that day was something that must be done. Mind you, at this point, I was barely twenty-six-weeks pregnant. Probably enough that I shouldn’t be cleaning windows, but anyone who knows me knows my determination to get things done and knows that it doesn’t allow for things to happen later when I want them done now.

So, I waddled my way up the step ladder six times over. I nearly lost circulation in my fingers as I pulled the cord of the blinds until they cleared the window panel, allowing me to spray the cleaner and wipe them clean. I finished, showered and waited for Ryan to get home so we could head to the bowling alley where our party for the night was starting. I remember a dull ache in my back and in general sick feeling in my stomach. I chalked it up to doing too much for the day, or maybe this was how one feels when they are about to enter the third trimester of pregnancy. After all, this was my first pregnancy, and so maybe this was the norm I should come to expect. We headed to the bowling alley, and I proceeded to throw an eight-pound ball down the lane a few times. Probably not the grandest idea, but up until this point, all was going well with the pregnancy, so why would I even second guess that? However, I couldn’t shake the pain in my lower back. We headed back to our friend’s house where we rang in the new year watching the ball drop in Times Square on TV. I remember thinking as the clock struck twelve, This year is going to change my life. What an understatement that would be.

Back home, I didn’t sleep well that night. My back still ached, and my stomach did, too. I must have overdone it, I thought, or ate too much crappy finger food. I tossed and turned but didn’t share my feeling of illness with Ryan as he was enjoying a bit too much alcohol-induced slumber. By morning, I felt this weird tightening of my belly. It wasn’t painful, and I couldn’t tell if I was going to get sick or honestly just needed to take a big crap. Around 9:00 or 10:00 a.m., with Ryan still struggling to come back to the living, I finally realized that maybe I was having contractions as I could time them out with consistency. At this point, I believe they were around nine to ten minutes apart.

I shared with Ryan what I thought was happening and proceeded to call my doctor. She thought it could just be Braxton Hicks or that my body was dehydrated. She advised me to drink at least 32 oz of water or more if possible, take two Tylenol and lie on my left side in bed and rest. I was to call her if that didn’t help to stop the contractions. I actually fell asleep for a few hours, and when I awoke, I did feel better. I got up, showered and Ryan and I decided to grab some Mexican food for dinner. It was around 7:00 p.m. on Saturday and the restaurant was packed, so we decided to dine at the bar. I knew things were not right as soon as we sat down. Not only were the contractions back, but I doubled over in pain as each one surged through my body. Upon returning home, we called the doctor again who advised me to head to the hospital for observation.

Once checked in and hooked up to all the machines, they confirmed I was having contractions but was not dilated at all. That was good news. I was given IV fluids and two shots of muscle relaxants to get the contractions to stop. On the monitors, it appeared that the contractions were slowing and lessening in intensity, so around midnight, I told Ryan he might as well go home and sleep and to come back in the morning and get me. After all, there was no need for both of us to stay in the hospital and not be sleeping if all was going to be okay.

I woke up around 2:00 a.m. and had to go to the restroom. As I stood from the hospital bed, I noticed blood on the bedsheet. I froze for a moment staring in shock at what I saw and thinking maybe I was dreaming this or that was a stain or something. I touched it to make sure. I called the nurse who rushed me back to the bed and checked me. I knew things were not good when she ran into the hallway and another nurse came into the room to also check me. They both confirmed I was about 4 cm dilated. In a matter of seconds, my quiet, dark hospital room turned into a frenzy of lights, monitors, IV pumps, nurses and doctors. People were rushing in and out of my room, and all I could do was try to comprehend what was happening. I called Ryan who rushed back to the hospital while I was given additional muscle relaxing shots and pumps of magnesium via IV to try to stop the contractions or at least slow them. I remember asking one of the nurses what was going to happen to my baby. While her lips spoke words of comfort, her eyes showed me the uncertainty she was trying to hide.

My doctor arrived and checked to ensure the baby was still head down via ultrasound, which he was. She advised that I needed to be immediately transferred to Saint Luke’s Hospital that had a level 3 NICU and could provide the best care for the baby after he was born. She said it was critical that I get there as soon as possible; otherwise I would deliver at Liberty Hospital and they would have to transport the baby without me to Saint Luke’s, which was about a thirty-minute drive. By this point, I was still in shock about everything. What in the hell was happening? I was young and healthy, and everything was going great, and now? Now I was being transported in an ambulance to a hospital with a level 3 NICU where I was going to give birth to my first son fourteen weeks early! I remember asking my doctor as the transport team arrived if she was coming with me. I had no idea that doctors can’t just travel from one hospital to the next to treat their patents. When she told me she couldn’t and held my head, planting a kiss on top, I felt the last drop of “things could still be okay” fall from the bottom of my heart. Her eyes too showed fear and uncertainty.

I was taken by ambulance to Saint Luke’s Hospital right around 3:00 a.m. Despite being majorly drugged up, I remember that ambulance ride so clearly. I can still see my pregnant belly strapped into the transport bed with my hospital water cup wedged on the side. I can vividly remember the iridescent lights, sound of the chains rattling under the ambulance and feeling so alone. Ryan couldn’t ride with me, and so here I was alone in labor with my first baby in an ambulance going to some hospital I had never dreamed of ever going to and I was about to deliver.

I arrived at Saint Luke’s and was taken into Labor and Delivery. Thankfully, Ryan was there about the same time I was being wheeled into the room. And so we started the process of answering the doctor and nurse’s questions and trying to mentally prepare ourselves for what we knew was coming. But we weren’t ready for this. No one is ready for this, unless they are forty-weeks pregnant and can’t wait to deliver their baby. But at twenty-six weeks, no, no one. I think that hardest part was when the NICU nurse came and spoke with us and basically told us that we needed to be prepared to make a split-second decision once the baby was born regarding how much life support we wanted to provide. I remember looking at Ryan once she left, and I think we both had a blank, numb look on our faces.

From then, it was a waiting game: 7 cm . . . 9cm . . . It was awful, waiting for something that you never wanted, ever! I don’t remember speaking to Ryan during this time. I prayed over and over in my head for God’s mercy to be upon my baby and me. And if he couldn’t stop this train, then please God, please just keep my baby alive. Finally, at 10 cm, I was moved into the operating room and started pushing. I was able to get an epidural; however, I only received a partial block and so felt most of labor. My water broke while pushing, and it was literally like a water balloon spraying all over the room including the doctors and nurse. I was so drugged from the muscle relaxants, magnesium and epidural that it all seemed hazy, but I do remember wanting to get my baby out as quick as possible. And so I did.

On January 2, 2011, at 6:56 a.m., I delivered my son. I was so out of it by the time he emerged I remember Ryan saying, “Look, Nat, there he is!” as the doctor briefly held him up for us to see. He was so small, but he was crying and bright pink and I knew that was a good sign. He was there, and then he was gone, as he was rushed over to the team of NICU doctors and nurses who were awaiting his arrival. From there, I finished with the delivery process and was moved to recovery. Once I was cleared from recovery, I was taken to the NICU unit to see my son. I felt numb. Here I was looking at my 2 lbs 2 oz baby in an incubator, and all I could think was that he should still be in my belly. It felt so surreal.

I was moved to a post-delivery room where Ryan and I tried to make sense of the last twenty-four hours. All of a sudden, we were parents, parents to a very small and sick premature baby. My mom and dad arrived shortly after 10:00 a.m., and while I was glad they were there, it was hard to know the circumstances in which they had come was not a joyful one. In the afternoon, a lactation nurse came to help me start pumping for my milk. I felt like a child learning about the body for the first time.

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Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 16.6.2022
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Biografien / Erfahrungsberichte
• ISBN-10: 1-6678-3984-5 / 1667839845
• ISBN-13: 978-1-6678-3984-4 / 9781667839844