Coping

In the wise words of Liz Lemon, "Sometimes, things are just the worst." That's a great description of how it feels to be going through a really difficult season of life. Sometimes, things just suck and its annoying when people try to tell you that your painful experience is actually a super positive thing because blah blah blah. I'm not saying difficult seasons don't have their awesome moments because they do, but I am saying, please don't oversimplify someones dark time by telling them to focus on all the positive things just because you feel uncomfortable with people suffering. If you are suffering, it is okay to feel not okay. It is okay to be sad and to not be able to think of something nice to say about your life. It is also okay to feel joyful amidst all the awfulness. Basically, whatever you feel, it is okay. I think people do more harm than good when they refuse to acknowledge their feelings of defeat or despair or whatever because they don't want to seem like a 'negative person.' Positive moments just don't seem to mean as much if you haven't also experienced some negative moments. God is good all the time, but life is not and that is okay.

  Anyways, now my rant is over. Here's a super awesome list of things that have helped me cope during this season:

1. Binge watching TV shows on netflix - (current favorites: Scrubs-the JD and Elliott love story never get old to me, Orange is the New Black-at least I'm not in prison, True Detective- the darkness of the character's lives make me feel better in some twisted way...) I mostly watch TV while I pump because pumping is really boring and can be sad when you don't have your baby at home with you so its nice to have a distraction.

2. Mini Frappuccinos from Starbucks- I like to call them Preemie-cinnos. :)

3. Dustin- He's essentially the best human on earth and I don't know how I could go through this experience without him. Oh, he is also the best dad to Adah and it will melt your heart to see them together some day.

4. Friends that make me laugh- Oh, Lord, I love being able to laugh right now. Its extremely healing. I love, love, love that I have some wonderfully hilarious friends in my life that I can talk to about serious stuff or I can talk to them about re-writing TLC's No Scrubs song to be about babies wearing scrubs. :), or talk about the wide variety of water bottles available, or make up awesome ethnic nicknames like Clover and Sauerkraut. Good friends are such a gift.

5. Family- Family is the best, man. I am fortunate to have a great family and in-law family. They are so precious to me.

6. Being an SLP- Knowing what I know about pediatric feeding disorders and the potential long-term effects of prematurity on development and communication is not always a positive. However, it is nice to know things that can combat those potential negative long term effects and its also nice to be familiar with how to not force feed your baby and things like that.

7. People watching at the hospital- The hospital is an amazing place to people watch. I am always wondering what people's stories are and sometimes people are just so outgoing that they go ahead and tell me some of their life story as we ride the elevator to our prospective destinations.

8. Low Expectations=High Joy- This is a saying that someone told me a long time ago and I have found it to be so helpful. If you go into a situation trying to not have high expectations, or just setting your expectations low, chances are you will find more joy from the situation because your expectations have been exceeded. I know that may sound really cynical and pessimistic but it has helped me 'stay positive!':)

Hope.

Hope has become this mysterious, almost mythical thing to me. I hoped and hoped and prayed and prayed that Adah would not come early and that she would grow while still inside me. Adam did come early, even earlier than we thought she would and she was very small because she had not grown much after they noticed she had IUGR. I hoped and prayed that when Adah did come early that she would not have a very long NICU stay. Adah has now been in the NICU 5 1/2 weeks. I hoped and prayed one weekend that Adah would get to 3 lbs when she was at 2 lbs 15oz and she ended up loosing an ounce and not making it to 3 lbs for another week. I hoped and prayed that Adah would get to 1500 grams (a milestone for NICU babies) and she stayed at 1499 grams for 3 days. I no longer know how or what to pray for. It literally feels as if every time I have hoped or prayed for anything during this season, the opposite has happened or the thing I have hoped for has been excruciatingly slow in arriving. I am scared to hope but I am left with no other good options. It is either hope completely blindly and with building cynicism or despair and let myself go into the dark and stay there.

This is not to say that good things haven't happened. Here is just a small sample of the good things that have happened:
-Adah was born healthy apart from her small size (IUGR babies have a higher risk of being born with a syndrome, or being growth restricted due to some kind of infection and that was not the case with Adah)
- Adah has had a relatively uneventful NICU stay, meaning she hasn't had to have any surgeries or big procedures. She literally has just been growing in the presence of doctors and nurses (and in large part thanks to them).
-Adah's IUGR may never have been noticed if I hadn't already been going to a high-risk dr for something else. If IUGR goes undetected and the baby goes to full term, it has a higher risk of being still-born.
- I had no complications from my C-section which made it slightly easier to visit Adah every day during the first couple of weeks after her birth.
- I have benefited greatly from the love and support of my friends and family. I have never had a season of life in which I felt so uplifted and cared for by friends and family. I am very, very thankful for this.
- The NICU that Adah is in is wonderful and I trust all of the doctors, nurse practitioners and most of the nurses.

So, see, there are good things...its just those good things are things I never even thought to hope for. They are things that have just happened for the most part and made it a bit easier for the times that I hope for something and it doesn't happen. 

Home...

Backstory: Dustin and I had a beautiful baby girl on June 4th. She was early, like almost 8 weeks early and quite small (like the size of a baby at 26 weeks gestation). Her smallness was due to Intrauterine Growth Restriction (IUGR). If IUGR were a person, I would easily murder it and cut it up into tiny pieces and go to prison forever and never feel guilty about it. That is how much I hate IUGR. Having a preterm baby is complicated and traumatic enough. Having a beautiful preterm baby with a brilliant baby brain (that is normally developing and on track with her actual gestational age) trapped in a tiny body is frustrating. Watching my beautiful baby fight for every ounce she's gained and hearing person after person comment on how incredibly tiny she is is annoying. Knowing that my baby is essentially healthy (NICU terms healthy, meaning isn't on oxygen, stable vital signs, regulating temp, etc) but 'just needs to get fat' and then is not getting fat and is gaining weight at what feels like a glacial pace is mind numbingly difficult.

So that is currently where we are at right now. We are in the mind-numbingly difficult land where you get to wait and wait and wait and wait for your baby to come home. So, why not start a blog while I wait?