And once the storm is over, you wonâ€™t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonâ€™t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonâ€™t be the same person who walked in.
– Haruki Murakami
Prematurity is an experience no one really thinks about when they embark upon the adventure of parenthood. And itâ€™s not one anyone wants. But once fate flings such a twist our way, we find ourselves part of the secret society we never asked to pledge.
Prematurity brings a new normal. Our NICU experiences can be overwhelmingly isolating. Terrifyingly lonely. Our world condenses into the 26×19 plastic Giraffe Omnibed that engulfs our tiny persons in sensors, wires and tubing.
For the lucky ones, the days that drag in to weeks that turn to months will slowly fade into a distant memory as our once tiny children grow up.
As Iâ€™ve continued to write, itâ€™s become apparent that so many are touched by prematurity. Itâ€™s a secret society â€“ a magical bond that exists among parents of preemies as we share our stories. To celebrate our little miracles.
Iâ€™ve long wanted to write this post, asking for your stories. Putting together a resource with the faces and names of our secret sorority sisters. But fellow preemie parent Melissa McMurchy did so first.
Stronger than weâ€™ll ever be, we can learn a lot from our preemies. Breathe. One day at a time. One minute at a time.
McMurchy is behind the Two Miracles Benefit fundraiser, in support of the March of Dimes. (You think Iâ€™m going to ask for money here arenâ€™t you? Come on, havenâ€™t you been paying attention?)
Sheâ€™s looking for your story. How have the tiniest children touched your life? She would like anyone that is a preemie, had a preemie, or knows a preemie to share their story. (And I wonâ€™t lie â€“ I want to hear them too.)
If you would like to submit your story or know someone who has a tale to tell, please pass this on â€“ like a preemie chain letter. You can send your story directly to McMurchy at firstname.lastname@example.org or share with me at email@example.com.
Here is mine, in a nutshell:
It’s funny, I write this blog about this entire experience and I’m midway through my book. But as I sat down to write the brief version of my story, I had no idea where to begin.
Started a new job.
Found out I was pregnant (talk about being green on the jobâ€¦)
Oh. My. God. We’re having triplets.
“There is no heartbeat.” Baby C has become the twinsâ€™ guardian angel.
“Congrats! You’re having a normal twin pregnancy.” Two boys!
Pre-term labor begins. 22 weeks is not considered viable. (I may or may not have had a complete tantrum-y meltdown, yelling at the doctors to figure out whatever voodoo they do to save my guys.) I move into the hospital. Thankfully, no nurses off the crazy lady in her sleep. (This may also have been because I got no sleep.)
May 28, 2010:
Search and Destroy are born (aka “the muppets”).
27 weeks gestation. (26 weeks if you believe the infertility treatment conception date. I can tell you the hour folks. Sex on schedule. Hot, huh?)
August 6, 2010:
Welcome home, boys. These were the longest 76 days of my life.
January 3, 2012:
Official diagnosis: No lasting effects of prematurity.
My husband and I struggled with infertility for years. I had two miscarriages before a pregnancy stuck (kind of). It seemed like I was the ONLY one who couldn’t get pregnant. I felt so alone.
I spent the first three months of my pregnancy arfing my brains out.
I spent the second three in the hospital.
What would have been my third trimester was spent in the NICU with its purple elephant-stenciled walls. It seemed like my guys were the only ones in closed isolettes, then the only ones who couldn’t hold oxygen saturation.
I wished I could talk to someone about the experience. And man â€“ did I search the Internet. (Until finally, the doctors revoked my privileges to the Google â€¦) Prematurity is a secret sorority none of us wanted to be a part of, but it truly changes your life forever. Our stories show we are not alone.
Breathe. We are forever changed within our new normal.