It’s been five years since baby come-home day!

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Preemie parent tries to chat with pregnant woman…

Got my teeth cleaned today. The dental technician appeared to be about 5 months pregnant.

Dental technician: “Your head goes so far up in the chair, it’s hard for me to reach around you without my belly bumping in to you. In a few months, it’ll be even harder for me to reach.”

Me: (pause while brain tries to come up with acceptable response, but they’re all variations on “It must be hard to move when you’re huge.” Also rejected “my wife delivered at 5 months so that wasn’t a problem.” Eventually I think I find something…)

“Too bad they can’t rent you a pair of longer arms when you’re pregnant.”

Best interests and Charlie Gard

When I first heard about the case of Charlie Gard, I thought that it would be something I could write about, having been through a similar situation of being in disagreement with our doctor on the best interests of our child, who would have died without treatment at his birth at 22 weeks and 6 days of gestation. But every time I sit down to type, I lock up, unable to deal with what a fraught case this is.do-not-use-charlie-gard-with-his-loving-parents

Briefly summarized, Charlie Gard is a baby who was born a year ago with a rare mitochondrial disease in Britain. He had to be put on a ventilator to survive. His parents sought out a doctor in New York who had an experimental nucleoside treatment that could be used on Charlie, although both the New York doctor and the British doctors agreed that it was unlikely to help. The British doctors did not want to allow Charlie to be transported, and they and the parents went to court, and the courts sided with the doctors. Charlie died about two weeks ago.

I find it really hard to write about this because the case is about someone like our son, who the doctors said shouldn’t be saved. In the past year, I’ve had two people write me whose 22-weekers died after being denied care, so the scariness of the close call has not faded. And yet, in Charlie’s case, the doctors were probably right.

As big of an advocate for parental choice as I am in cases such as these, doctors still must act in the child’s best interest, even if they and the parents cannot agree on what is in the child’s best interest. As I was talking with Dr. Mark Hudak, a neonatologist from Florida with whom I wrote an article on parent-physician partnership this year, he said that in his experience, he’s had parents begging for treatment on a 20-week preemie, and begging for no treatment on a 28-week preemie, and in each case, he had to go against the parents’ wishes, instead looking to the best interests of the child. The 20-week preemie was almost certain to die, and treatment would have been futile, and the 28-week preemie was very likely to live with treatment.

The BBC posted a couple of articles on the topic, “Reality Check: Why Don’t Charlie Gard’s Parents have the final say?” and “Charlie Gard has 10% chance of improvement, US doctor claims.” These articles explain that in the UK, the law falls in between letting doctors and parents have the final say, and that treatment the parents wanted to provide Charlie was highly unlikely to work. In effect, he would have been experimented upon, and that last point is why I think it was probably the right choice to forgo treatment.

As I’ve been reading various articles about the ethical dilemma this case posed, one of the clearest has been “Hard lessons: Learning from the Charlie Gard case,” in the University of Oxford’s “Practical Ethics” blog, in which he points out multiple ways the case could have been sped up (and kept out of court) and ethical concepts of harm could have been clarified.

The story also made me remember a classmate of Gabriel’s when he attended a birth-to-three therapy program. Jackson was his name, and he also had mitochondrial disease. Gabriel was 19 months old, and Jackson was soon to turn 3. While Gabriel was learning how to walk (late), Jackson was there to try exercises to get him to raise his arms and head. Frequently, he cried, but had a gurgling sound to his cry because he couldn’t clear his throat. He, like Gabriel, had an electric pump that fed him through a g-tube. When Gabriel heard him cry, he frequently looked concerned and found toys to bring over to Jackson. One day, as we were leaving the building, a therapist was holding Jackson, and she picked up his arm to wave goodbye to Gabriel, and Gabriel waved back, the first time he’d done so on his own. That wave goodbye was permanent — a couple of weeks later, Jackson died of a respiratory infection.

At our next appointment at the therapy center, I found out about Jackson’s passing, and sat in the car crying for a little while as I knew Gabriel was unlikely to remember his friend. I called my wife on my cell phone and she reminded me that God takes each of us at the time that’s best for our salvation. As much as I want to write about the possibility of miracle babies proving everyone wrong, there does come a point where it’s time to let go.

Returning to NICU friends

This last month has been a poignant one for us as we returned to the NICU where Gabriel spent so much time, Swedish First Hill in Seattle. It was for a reunion put on by the hospital, and it took a very short time for Gabriel to grab on to a NICU neighbor of his (literally the next crib over). I tried to get him to pose with one of his NICU nurses and a respiratory technician who was present at his birth and…

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They wouldn’t hold still. This is one of about 12 pics I took while blocking the corridor with my not-small body. 🙂

The neonatologist who is also the director of the NICU was there saying hi to people. I tried to give him a paper copy of my article that I published in The Journal of Pediatrics about how better to approach antenatal counseling, Parent-Physician Partnership at the Edge of Viability, but he said he’d already read it and liked it. (I hope that’s true!)

A few days after the reunion, Gabriel’s great-grandfather died, and we flew to the funeral in Illinois. There, Great-Grandpa Art was buried in a plot that’s about 30 feet away from the grave of another of his eight great-grandchildren, Jace.

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Gabriel and his cousins by Jace’s grave.

Jace was born when Gabriel was about a year and a half old with hypoplastic left-heart syndrome, which required a heart transplant. The transplant looked to be successful at first, but a few weeks later, Jace died. We followed Jace’s story closely while he was in the hospital, and this was the first time we visited his grave.

The what-ifs from our own crisis birth experience with Gabriel have never ceased to follow us. Jace’s parents were given the option of aborting when the heart condition was detected in the womb. They were also given the option of foregoing treatment but decided to go forward. We were given similar choices, and we took a chance on life, knowing that it was no small task we were asking of the doctors — and our child.

By the grace of God, we made it out of the NICU with a child who is now an avid reader and getting ready for kindergarten. We can only stand in silence at the thought of what could have happened if things hadn’t gone so well for us.

Gabriel seemed to understand the significance of the funeral of his great-grandfather and of the visit to his cousin’s grave. During the visitation, he put his hand on Great-Grandpa Art’s hands, and he asked multiple times if he was going to be alive again, but seemed willing to accept that his soul was living with Jesus now, but his body would remain in the grave until Jesus raised it up. He also sang along to “memory eternal” with the choir without being asked.

Later, when looking at Jace’s grave, he said, “This is the baby who lived and then died?”

His Grandfather David told him that death is like a cocoon — we’re like caterpillars now, but when we rest in the grave, that’s like a caterpillar in a cocoon, waiting for the Resurrection, when we’ll be like butterflies. At first he did not approve of this at all, whispering in my ear “I don’t want to be a butterfly.” When I asked him what he wanted to be, he said in a serious whisper, “Boy.”

But now he’s concerned he won’t be able to find his mother and me as a butterfly, and keeps telling us, “I’ll be waiting on a plant for you.”

March for babies!

March for babies

A few days ago, we went to the March for Babies in Seattle! Here we have two pictures showing why preemie is care is important — Mommy and Gabriel holding hands.

Daddy and Gabriel on FourthGabriel and Daddy on Fourth Avenue in Seattle.

Fire truck on MercerA fire truck on Mercer Avenue. Gabriel loves fire trucks, but feels obligated to cover his ears when he sees them just in case their sirens turn on.

Mommy and Gabriel on FourthMommy and Gabriel on Fourth Avenue.

Mommy and Gabriel by bellAnd Gabriel by an historic bell in front of a fire station along the parade route.

Artificial womb and micropreemie care

PreemieBabies101, the leading blog for preemie parents, has picked up one of my blog posts! Here’s the first couple paragraphs, followed by a link:

An artificial womb that has been tested on fetal lambs has gotten quite a bit of attention in the past week. (The end of April 2017, that is.) Researchers at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia have used the device on eight fetal lambs and found that they have grown relatively normally for a month in the artificial womb.

Articles also have gotten around on social media, with quite a few people posting their reactions. My news feed has people raising medical and ethical questions as well as saying this is creepy like “A Brave New World” or “The Matrix.” [Read the rest on PreemieBabies101]

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Microreview of Micropreemie book: Juniper

Alas, the library won’t give me any more extensions with Juniper: The girl who was born too soon, a preemie-parent memoir that came out in the past year. So I guess I have to wrap up my little micro-reviews of the book, which were previously here and here.

This book is an emotional roller-coaster that deftly describes the in-between zone of the NICU when you’re a parent wondering if your child will live, wondering if you did the right thing by trying to save her. The majority of the book is spent in the first two months of Juniper’s life, when she got necrotizing enterocolitis, a blood clot in her heart, and chylothorax, a condition I’d never heard of that involved mysterious fluid in the lungs.

The book follows a format in which the parents switch off writing a chapter, a format which you would think would be really annoying but it actually works pretty well. It brings together the altering coping mechanisms, how one parent would be miserable while the other would be in denial, and there would also be an occasional reference to marital counseling, which makes me wonder if they didn’t learn this technique in marital counseling before the baby was born as a way to make sure both spouses stories could be fully told.

The book’s style is one to keep the reader moving quickly, with a dramatic summary sentence at the beginning of each chapter, “She had survived a week,” or “The honeymoon was such a distant memory that it no longer seemed real,” and “The NICU was swallowing me.” And most of them end with a punchy emotion, too, “As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to yank them back.”

The memoir genre imitates novels and competes with them, too, so it only makes sense that this book would be acting like an action novel or a medical drama. And yet, there were times that I felt like some slowness would have been called for since the parents were stuck in that room for so long and looking forward to a long, different life as a result of what was happening. Another preemie-parent memoir, This Lovely Life, by Vicki Forman, does engage in this emotional richness, opening with three devastating pages on what grief will do to you. This isn’t a major problem, it’s just that Juniper is more about the action than about the emotion. (It does bear pointing out that Vicki Forman is a creative writing professor, while the Frenches are both journalism instructors, and their respective trainings certainly leak through in to their books.)

In sum, Juniper is a great book. In the microgenre of micropreemie parent books, I’d say it’s the best one to come out in the past 10 years, even better than Half Baked, by Alexa Stevenson.