Showing posts with label brave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brave. Show all posts

Thursday, July 6, 2017

100 days in the NICU

   I promise I am going to get you all caught up on my journal entries to Berkley soon so you can see what our day to day journey is like and how far he has came.  Life has been a little crazy with me going back to work, hospital visits, driving back and forth to Florence and Huntsville, and moving.  GOD IS SO GOOD! Through it all, we are smiling! Berkley has made tremendous leaps the last few weeks.  We are closer and closer to going home with each day.  I’ve had a lot on my heart lately and just not the time to share it all. Today, I am making time. As we approach 100 days, there are so many things I want to share with other Moms. So take what you would like.  If you have met me on the right emotional day, you know I’m a talker so I tend to do that when I write as well. J

   100 days.  Let that soak in.  That’s right, 100 days in the NICU. 1-0-0 days that your baby is in the hospital!!! Some days it feels like just yesterday when Berkley was born. Others make it feel like it was years ago.  Every. Single. Day. weighs on you.  There is no way around it. No matter how positive you stay, there WILL be days that just tear you down.  Being completely transparent, I cry… I cry a lot.  Do people see me do it? Most days – no. My husband, Wes, will tell you I am a super emotional person.  I get teary – eyed at everything even before Berkley.  (P.S. I love you, The Notebook, and Marley & Me get me every single time!)  Never be ashamed that you cry.  Tears are our way to let go of the stress, anxiety, worry, and fear. BUT some days, you do need to wipe those tears away and focus on what is good! Whatever it may be. For us, it was that Berkley has never had any digestive issues or feeding problems. We thanked God everyday for this.  (He is now up to 5lbs 11oz from that 1lb 14oz little baby!) Each baby has their own problem as preemies.  But they also have something we can be positive about as parents.  I thank God everyday when I pray over Berkley in the morning. I thank him for Berkley being here with us and what is going right.  I pray for items that Berkley needs strength on.  (In our case it has always been his lungs. Berkley was on the vent for a VERY long time!)  I tell you this as a Mom that is there every day with their baby - If you focus too much on the bad and the situation we are in, it will tear you apart.  We all deal with things our own way.  I just encourage each of you to thank God for something that is going right with your baby atleast once a day.  (God must be in your life to give you comfort and strength. Philippians 4:13 “I can do all things through Christ who strengths me.”)

   In the beginning, you are so worried about your baby, that nothing else crosses your mind.  You do not realize all the other emotions you are going to have.  First, having hormones AFTER a baby – who knew they were so crazy?!?! Secondly, you add having a baby in the NICU where all the fears and anxiety are doubled – you might as well count on emotions being high.  You get your feelings hurt easily.  (Atleast, I do.)  At first your feelings are hurt by nurses who are completely doing their job and putting your baby’s health as a #1 priority.  As the Mom though, all we hear is “give me your baby back”, “you can’t take care of him/her as well as we can”, “it’s time for you to go”, etc.  Looking back, my feelings were hurt by silly things and I LOVE each and every nurse that Berkley has had. (YOU HAVE BEEN LIFESAVERS FOR HIM AND FOR US! WE LOVE YOU!!)  Secondly, your feelings will be hurt by family and friends.  It’s so hard for them to understand at first why you are distant, to comprehend that your life has been completely turned upside down, and to understand you wanted the stretch marks and hot, humid, awful summer pregnancy. You’ll be pleasantly surprised by the amount of STRANGERS that offer help and your family/friends that bring food, send love, support, and prayers, or even something that will make you smile for a minute like a ‘thinking about you’ card.  Your feelings will get hurt unexpectedly when people you love do not come visit you at the hospital and their life carries on as normal.  It’s crazy, but as a NICU parent, you feel like their world should stop rotating just like yours did.  The world stands still when you are behind those locked doors of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.  Every week, my feelings get hurt.  That’s part of being here 100 days – your emotions run high.  (Wesley, I love you so for putting up with me!)

  The biggest part of this hurtful journey – your baby.  The pain that the NICU can cause is unbearable some days – but if you will let it, you can find JOY there too.  Our world rotates around Berkley.  We are there every care time if we aren’t at work. (We thank GOD for the means and flexibility to be able to do this.  Johnny and Christie – THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! and Mayfair Church of Christ for the Shanon House!) Berkley’s journey has not been easy, but compared to others it has been.  We have seen families come in and out as we have waited patiently for our turn.  We have cheered on other folks that have been there forever and truly celebrated with them when they got to go home.  We have sat by the bed and cried.  We have cried happy tears when celebrating milestones.  We have called dibs on this diaper or snuggle time.  I have taken LOTS of pictures! We have tried to make this as normal as we can.  But, the fact is, this is not normal. You can make the best out of it by making your marriage stronger, building relationships with the staff, and loving your baby with every single ounce of your being.  I truly believe Berkley pulls from us on some days.  If we are full of anxiety and stress, he can feel that.  But if we are positive and just love him (truly what our job is as parents) then he can pull from that as well.  I read a quote today that I loved. “A MOTHER’S LOVE IS THE FUEL THAT ENABLES A NORMAL HUMAN BEING TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE.”  That’s what we are doing every day – the impossible. One day, we will look back and think, ‘how did we make it through it?’ (For us, the answer is God. 1John 5:14-15; Ephesians 6:18; Jeremiah 29:12; and Mark 11:24)  I pray one day soon, all of you wake up in the middle of the night to you baby crying.  I know I will cry happy tears when that day comes.  I pray for all of you every day and will continue to long after we go home. I am thankful for this journey as it has been an eye-opener for us. I think about the families that have been here longer than 100 days.  You inspire me and give me strength just by wearing a smile on your face.  I hope I can do that for the Moms following in my footsteps.


To all Moms – Lean on God. Ask God. He will answer. He loves you. 


Monday, April 24, 2017

Berkley's Arrival

     Hey y'all! My first post... Never in a million years would I have thought I would do something like this. But God is telling me that sometimes we go through experiences so we can share our story for the greater good.  I've always thought that some things were better off left private than the whole world knowing. I felt very strong about that as I went through fertility treatments. (More on that later.) I even felt that way just a couple weeks ago when our son, Berkley, was born prematurely at 24 weeks, 2 days. Then after talking to a few moms and seeing different post/questions on social media, I realized there can never be enough support. Why hide Berkley's journey? So here it is. I hope that this is some small way will inspire you,  give you hope, or show you that sometimes faith in what we cannot see is all we have. I know in his 24 days of life, Berkley has taught me so much about love, hope, and faith. My husband, Wes, and I are blessed to be his parents. We have watched a miracle from day 1 fight to be here, fight to overcome statistics, fight to live. From this grew, Be Brave Berkley.
     Berkley Miller Stutts was born on Saturday, April 1, 2017 at 2:36 p.m., weighing in at 1lb 14oz and measuring 12 in long. I was 24 weeks, 2 days pregnant. I went to the doctor that Thursday morning because something just wasn't quite "right". {God working #1} I was sent to our local hospital and about two hours later found out I was dilated to 6cm. WHAT?!?!? Believe me, I had a panic attack right then and there. How could this happen? There were so many questions. The next two days are one big blur. I was started on magnesium and other medicines immediately at ECM as they tried to stop my contractions. I was given several shots, one of which was a steroid shot to help Berkley's lungs mature. (This was the biggest concern due to him being just 24 weeks.)  I was transferred to Huntsville Hospital's Women and Children's center by ambulance. We were so blessed to make it here as they are better equipped to handle premature babies with their Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU).  {God working #2} The doctors and nurses  at Huntsville were great. They were able to get my contractions to slow down and we made it to Saturday before Berkley was delivered. (More on Delivery day later.) Due to the steroid shot needing 48 hours to be beneficial for his lungs, our immediate goal was to make it to 2:32p.m. Saturday before delivery. Berkley said hello to the world 4mins after our goal at at 2:36pm. {God working #3} Are you seeing the pattern? God always provides for us. It was not in our plan to deliver Berkley at 24weeks, but it was in God's. He lined up everything for us in order to have Berkley here with us. 
     Why did we not share a lot of information in the beginning and get upset when others did? When a doctor looks at you and tells you that you have to be realistic about delivery, that your son is 24 weeks old, and the statistics stack against him - you get scared, real scared. When you know there's a 50/50 chance that he may not make it through delivery or through that first day. There were a lot of tears and a lot of prayers. My son is a miracle and no matter what we face over the next few months, I'll never forget that whimper as he was laid on my chest. Almost 2lbs of a God given miracle. The nurses had prepared us that he would probably weigh a little over a pound, maybe 1.5 pounds  and that we would not hear him cry or anything at delivery due to his immature lungs. Well, there he was right before our eyes at almost 2lbs and giving me a small whimper to tell me he was going to make it. God, again, showing me not to lose my faith. He's in control. 
     I keep a journal that I write to Berkley in every day. I'm going to catch you up as this is day 23 of the NICU journey and tell you some things in between. I hope you gain some strength and hope from our journey. Joshua 1:9

To my precious son, Sleep sweet. Grow big. Be brave. I love you.

100 days in the NICU

   I promise I am going to get you all caught up on my journal entries to Berkley soon so you can see what our day to day journey is like a...