Baby girl had fully recovered from the post tracheotomy pneumonia and was loving life without the ET tube.
I kept those thoughts away by focusing on the positive and all the amazing progress our little miracle was making.
I focused on enjoying each little milestone my baby girl reached. Those were precious moments and they were to be cherished fully without any dark thoughts hovering.
Like the day we were able to sit her in her little chair for the very first time. She looked so tiny in the new pink chair that her grandpa Ron and grandma Jacquie got for her.
I realized early on in this journey that it was essential to let myself fully celebrate these moments. It was important to try and do things as close to as we would if baby girl was home.
It was a key to surviving the NICU as a parent – finding joy and hope in those moments where I almost forgot that we were in the hospital and for a brief instant enjoyed our baby girl as if she were home.
It was time to be brave again. It was time to try new things.
On August 25, 2011, she had her swallow test. This involved me holding her on my lap at the ENT clinic, while her ENT put a camera down her nose all the way down her throat. Then they observed her vocal cords moving and her swallowing by having baby girl drink some green tinted breast milk from a bottle.
It was not a very pleasant experience for baby girl as she hated every second that camera was in her nose, and I hated having to put her through that…but the results were worth it. She could swallow perfectly!
I had no doubts that my baby girl could swallow well because she had been swallowing the breast milk I had been giving her almost every day through a small syringe. Nevertheless, the ENT required this test in order for him to approve her oral feeds.
I was also very eager to start breastfeeding my baby girl. I thought that would be the easiest and best thing to do.
The doctors disagreed.
They kept saying that trached babies don’t breastfeed. I asked why and they didn’t really have a good answer. I insisted so finally they said that usually trached babies can’t coordinate the suck-swallow-breathe part of it and also the positioning is difficult.
Both reasons seemed completely irrelevant to me because my baby girl could suck-swallow-breathe just fine and as for the “difficulty” of the positioning, that wouldn’t be an issue.
Difficult was my middle name.
I have always been told I am very stubborn, but I prefer to consider myself very determined.
I was on a mission to breastfeed my baby girl and I wasn’t going to let any doctor tell me I couldn’t try.
I had also come to learn that I should always let my baby girl tell me what she could or couldn’t do. What she could or couldn’t tolerate.
I should listen to her and give her a chance to try. I shouldn’t limit her simply because she was a preemie baby.
I had decided that I would also never let the doctors just predetermine her capabilities based on their experience with other preemies. Each child was unique and deserves the opportunity to try. As long as I wasn’t doing anything life threatening, I was going to give my baby girl the chance to breastfeed. I wasn’t putting her at any risk by trying.
I felt very strongly about this. I knew that breastfeeding was the best thing for my baby girl.
It was during this time that I found my own voice and confidence when dealing with the doctors. It was during this time that I learned to fully trust my instinct and to question the doctors when I needed to.
I learned that it was my right and my duty as her mother and advocate to ask, to question and to push the doctors when it was necessary.
I wasn’t going to let any doctor determine what she could or couldn’t do without letting her try first. She was going tell us if she could breastfeed or not.
First things first, we started bottle feeds of 15 to 20 millimeters at a time.Baby girl took to the bottle right away and loved it!
The doctors wanted to go slow but I started pushing them to allow more breast milk in each bottle feed.
They were afraid she would burn too many calories bottle feeding or that a larger quantity of breast milk would affect her lungs, so they wanted to take it slow.
The problem was that baby girl was so frustrated when she finished the 20 mils of breast milk per bottle that she would suck on her soother for hours. She had never done this before.
I started pushing the doctors to allow me to give her more breast milk per bottle feed. I had to push them and push them.
I told them it made no sense to have baby girl sucking on a soother for hours. If she was able to bottle feed more she would at least be nourished while sucking.It was clear that she knew better than any of us what she needed. She wanted to eat every hour or two, and she wanted to bottle feed. She hated the NG tube now. She never felt satisfied anymore.
Now she knew what it was like to feel a full tummy after a bottle feed. She wanted more of that. It was only natural.
They had no choice but to agree.
On September 6, 2011, I started giving baby girl 4 bottles a day, each with 80 millimeters of my breast milk. I had continued to pump all along and had two freezers filled with my breast milk. In between bottle feeds she was still getting more of my breast milk through the NG tube.
Baby girl was so happy with the bottle feeds and she tolerated them beautifully.
I knew it was time to try breastfeeding. I knew she was ready.
Of course the doctors were against it.
They were afraid because they couldn’t control how much milk she drank when breastfeeding. Poor docs. I knew they were doing the best they could and I truly appreciated them, but I had to follow my instinct and do what I felt in my heart was best for my baby girl.
I told them I wanted to try it and they couldn’t stop me. It was time.
I had been longing for this moment since my baby girl was born.
I will never forget the first time I breastfed my baby girl. It was on the morning of September 7, 2011, exactly the day after she outgrew her preemie diapers.
She knew exactly what to do and it was one of the most wonderful moments of my life. I cried, but it was a happy cry.
The doctors were in awe of her ability to breastfeed. Some of them even apologized to me for being overly cautious, but they congratulated me for being persistent and trusting my instincts.
I celebrated this incredible moment and forgot about all the struggles.
My baby girl and I were sharing that unforgettable moment. Nothing else mattered.
As I held her in my arms and watched her look up at me while she was breastfeeding, I felt as if we were home. In our own little universe of love and happiness.
It was time to be positive and hopeful. It was time to enjoy our blessings.
It was time for new beginnings.