Life Is Good: NICU Night Before Christmas

Friday, December 24, 2010

NICU Night Before Christmas

This was written by a couple of our friends who work in the NICU Ryan graduated from. I just had to share!

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the NICU house, not a doctor was rounding, not even Dr. Krous.
The fluids were hung in the Smartpumps with care
In hopes that there would not be an infiltration scare.
And momma in her nursin...g bra and baby in it's sleepsack had just settled down for a warm booby snack.
When up on the 6th floor arose such a clatter
I sprang up the stairs to see membranes splattered.
Away in the warmer I flew like a flash
Turned on the suction and prepared to draw a blood gas.
The baby's gestation the mom did not know
So I called for Brooke from A- quad below.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear?
But a twenty-five weeker with only one ear!
With a little butterfly needle, ready to stick
I knew in a moment this pH would make me sick
More rapid than eagles, Dr. Verna and his A-team came
And he mumbled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now Brooke!, Now Reddy! Now Hunter and Bonnie!"
"On Becky! On Amy! On Richelle and Marie!"
To the top of the hospital, to the front of the hall
"Transport away,transport away, transport away all!"
We called EagleMed, to our team gave a whistle
And away they all flew with the speed of a missile
But I heard them exclaim, as they flew out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

--Jessica and Jennifer, NICU lifesavers!

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Brandy Danielle

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Brandy was diagnosed with "possible/probable" heart defect around 28-30 weeks gestation. After her birth she was whisked away to the NICU for monitoring and after a few days her defect was formally diagnosed and labeled...atrial septal defect and a cleft mitral valve.
Brandy, upon indications of failure to thrive and pulmonary hypertension, underwent her first of 2 open-heart surgeries at 4 months of age. A week after her surgery on the day of her anticipated discharge home Brandy coded for 13 minutes...a stoke.
From that point on Brandy's life was full of doctor's visits, endless crying, pain and suffering. She underwent another heart surgery, fundoplication and g-tube surgery, treatment for infantile spasms, and a mountain of tests and procedures. Her brain damage was extensive.
Upon counseling of our wonderful, most amazing heart surgeon, Dr. Christopher Knott-Craig, and many hours of prayer, we finally called in hospice and called off all of the extensive medical interventions and surgery needs that would prolong her suffering while possibly prolonging her life. Brandy, our precious baby girl...our angel...passed out of our arms and into the arms of her Saviour, Jesus at the tender age of 17 months.

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At 20 weeks we discovered our "Baby Peanut" was going to be a little boy. We began to make plans and began dreaming about the day we would meet our son.
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Early in the evening of February 11, 2007 our son, Ryan, came into this world in emergency fashion at only 23 weeks 5 days gestation. He weighed 1 pound 8 ounces and was 12 ½ inches long. He was so tiny. All I could think of was “oh my goodness is he really that tiny? And is there any way he could actually make it?” I tried to hold on to hope, but in all honesty I had never met anyone with a baby born that early and that small that ever made it.
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Ryan is now a spunky, lively, strong-willed little boy. His laughter is contagious and his spirit is compelling. He is our miracle. There are no words strong enough to share our delight and joy that God has blessed us with this little boy.

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