Ever see a movie where the person is just standing there, and they press fast forward on everything else around them? I don’t know but Grand Central Station comes to mind, maybe this was a movie of where I saw it. Where you’re frozen, but everyone around you is going a million miles an hour.
Traffic.
Just traffic moving back and forth, back and forth. That’s the best way I can describe what the next 36 hours were like while my son was in the NICU. I was frozen, out of body, while the nurses and doctors kept working on him. Oh, how they worked on him.
I’ve never seen people move faster in my life. I can’t begin to tell you how incredible these people are. It takes special kinds of human beings to do what they do. You’re trusting them to keep your child alive.
Read that again. That’s pretty huge.
You could only hope that they know best when all you want to do is scoop them up and make everything better, because after all, isn’t that what mommy’s and daddy’s are for? Isn’t it supposed to be our job? But I couldn’t. My husband couldn’t. I felt like I was failing him.
HOW COULD THIS BE? How could he be moving so much inside of me that now he just lay there so lifelessly? There had to be every possible tube and machine attached to him.
One of the very first things I noticed was his chest compressions. The machine was doing his breathing for him, so his little chest kept going, up, down, up, down, up, down. I remember thinking, OMG someone please help him! It looked so abnormal for it to be going as fast as it was. I still have visions of it in my head. And the noise. The beeping. Oh, that beeping.
Once I got past the appearance of what was happening, I was able to focus in more as to what it was they were doing. But I couldn’t even tell you exactly. I specifically remember Julian laying there and a woman doctor on the side of him, working tirelessly. There was that traffic again. She kept touching and poking and grabbing. She kept going, she didn’t stop, all while asking, “Are you his mom?”
“Yes!” I sobbed.
She proceeded to tell me how Julian is sicker than what they had anticipated. That he was born with edema (fluid under his skin) all over his body; his limbs, his neck, his head. He still had the pleural effusion and some, that we were now being told, was also in his abdomen.
WHAT??? I just had an ultrasound less than 7 hours ago and no one mentioned ANYTHING about any more fluid other than his lungs!
“We’re trying to get him to respond but so far he isn’t responding to stimuli.” Her eyes couldn’t even be fixated on me as she was talking because of everything she was dong to save our baby boy’s life. She kept talking as she was taking his vitals, trying to get him to respond. Nurses were alongside, touching machines. So many machines. Reading off numbers to one another. So many numbers.
Traffic.
People moving back and forth, and I was just frozen. Wondering if this was all a dream. But sadly, it was my worst nightmare.
I felt out of body in that very moment.
That was the moment when I thought, my baby may not ever be coming home.
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