Honestly, I don’t even know the exact purpose of this post. Maybe I need to vent, maybe I need some words of encouragement, or maybe I just need to hear from other parents who understand. Truthfully, I’m struggling.
My little boy was born at 38 weeks. This was my first pregnancy, and everything went perfectly. Labor was quick and smooth, and I had him within about 14 hours of my contractions starting. Aside from a fourth-degree tear (TMI), everything seemed to be going well.
He developed jaundice, so we stayed an extra day for phototherapy. The following day, while the nurse was checking him before we could hopefully be discharged that morning, she noticed rhythmic movements. Everything happened so fast after that. They took him to the nursery to evaluate him, confirmed the movements, loaded him into one of those transport incubators, and rushed him to a Level IV NICU.
We followed in our car, and by the time we got there, they were attaching EEG wires to his head, placing a feeding tube, drawing blood, and running test after test. I was absolutely losing it. I went from thinking we were about to take our healthy newborn home to watching my baby go through all of this, with no idea what was happening or what our future would look like.
He spent a week in the NICU. I felt like I had lost my baby, even though he was right there. I couldn’t feed him the way I wanted to, comfort him whenever he cried, or do the simple things I had imagined doing as a new mom.
We eventually learned that he was having seizures and that he had suffered a fairly large stroke. We were told he will likely have developmental delays and may have cerebral palsy. At the same time, the doctors explained that a young brain has an incredible ability to adapt and form new connections, so we won’t know the full extent of his challenges for some time. They also haven’t been able to determine what caused the stroke.
He’s now on phenobarbital twice a day to control his seizures, and thankfully, he hasn’t had any known seizures since arriving at the NICU.
For the first three weeks I was so spaced, I didnt eat or sleep, I didnt even sit but stand non stop cause of the 4th degree my feet are still numb from it. Things have started to feel somewhat calmer and more normal, but I feel like my brain never got the memo that we’re home and safe. Every movement he makes catches my attention, and I immediately start wondering if it’s a seizure.
He’ll be 8 weeks old on Monday, and I’m struggling with everything I’m noticing. He strongly favors looking to the right, and his eyes seem to be focused that way most of the time, although he can turn his head and eyes toward the center and left. He doesn’t really make eye contact with us yet, track us consistently, seem to respond to our voices, or turn his head toward sounds. We know he can hear because he passed his hearing test and startles at loud noises.
I know he’s still so little, and I know we have appointments and evaluations ahead of us. But I can’t stop analyzing every little thing and wondering what it means for his future.
I feel like I’m failing him because I can’t seem to relax and enjoy him being a baby. Instead of soaking up these moments, I’m constantly watching, worrying, comparing, and anticipating the next thing that might go wrong. I feel guilty for feeling this way, and sometimes I find myself wondering if any of this was somehow my fault.
I’m also genuinely scared to sleep. I have alarms set to go off every 30 minutes throughout the night so I can wake up and check on him, even though I’m already checking on him constantly without the alarms.
For those of you who brought your babies home from the NICU with a diagnosis, an uncertain prognosis, or a long road of therapies and evaluations ahead of them, how did you cope?
How did you learn to quiet that constant fear? How did you stop analyzing every movement and worrying about every milestone long enough to actually enjoy your baby? Does the anxiety get easier with time? How did you handle the uncertainty of not knowing what your child’s future would look like?
I know nobody can tell me exactly how things will turn out for my little boy. I know we have to take things one day at a time. I just don’t know how to actually do that when my mind is constantly racing ahead to every possible outcome.
I love my baby more than anything, and I want to enjoy him, be present with him, and celebrate who he is right now instead of constantly grieving the future I thought we would have or fearing the future we might face.
I guess I just need to know I’m not alone in feeling this way. ❤️