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Happy 22nd Birthday

November 17, 2013

As the world celebrates World Prematurity Day, in our home we celebrate the 22nd birthday of our very own 24-weekers, Isaac and Molly. It’s amazing to think they are 22 years old, when we spent so long thinking in terms of minutes, hours, days and weeks. Born at 23 3/7 weeks gestation, they spend nearly five months in the hospital. Each minute was a miracle—each day an eternity.

We are lucky beyond belief that they survived. We are immeasurably blessed that we have had 22 years with them, and look forward to a lifetime. Happy birthday to my babies. Your birth day was the hardest and happiest day of my life.

Read more about their story starting here.

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World Prematurity Day is Coming Up

October 9, 2013

World Prematurity Day 2013As some of you know, November 17 is Isaac and Molly’s birthday. In a true example of serendipity, November 17 is also World Prematurity Day. Coincidence? Probably, but nothing about their births or their lives has been less than miraculous, so who am I to question this cosmic accident. Perhaps its just a way to bring more attention to the good works done by the people who support and care for preemies and their families.

Each year around this time, people find this blog, which covers the 5+ months that Ike and Molly spent on the NICU (at Evanston Hospital, it was called the ISCU—Infant Special Care Unit). I posted verbatim the daily journals I kept back then. If it’s your first visit here, I suggest you start with the first post. The videos are pretty awesome, too.

I am working on a memoir about raising these amazing people. One essay, called “Just Breathe”, about Isaac’s near fatal illness during his NICU stay, was recently published in the anthology Overcoming.

For those of you counting, Isaac and Molly will turn 22 this November 17. (Another miracle, since their mother just turned 25 in September 😉 ) I’ll post a new picture soon.

If you have a preemie story, I’d love to hear about it. Just leave me a message.

Choosing Your Preemie’s Pediatrician

February 5, 2013

When the NICU nurses started bandying about that magic word “home”, I remember asking them which pediatrician we should choose. They gave the standard, professional, appropriate response by offering us a list of pediatrician’s in the area. “Fine,” I said to one of nurses with whom we were particularly close, “but who would you choose if you were me.” I won’t tell you her name even now, because I promised I wouldn’t, but she took me aside and said “Dan Lum” in a whisper.

Daniel TM Lum has been our pediatrician ever since. There are many stories to tell about why he is such an amazing doctor, but for now, I’ll only tell you the first one. The most important one.

Molly was released from the NICU on March 10, 1992, about 10 days after her due date. We were told that most preemies who make it tend to go home on or around their due dates, but we never believed it would happen for us. Just before she came home, Dr. Lum came up to the unit to take a look at her. I discussed his views on immunizations, particularly the live polio vaccine that they wanted to administer as she left the hospital, and the brand-spanking new (at the time) chicken pox vaccine. He gave a brief, user-friendly review of the current research, his opinion and his reasonings behind it, and he said, “Of, course, it’s your decision.”

Exactly a week after her homecoming, Molly was scheduled for her first official visit at Dr. Lum’s office. Isaac was still on the unit. Dr. Lum’s office, at that time, was in the hospital. The home healthcare nurse on duty, Kenn and I travelled with Molly the two miles to the hospital. As soon as we got to the parking lot, Molly decided to stop breathing and turn blue. It was something she would do on a fairly regular basis in the coming years, but this was terrifying.

We were told that once she was released, she could not be seen on the unit as a patient again. They didn’t want outside germs brought onto the unit, which made perfect sense. So, she was a “regular” patient, except of course, she wasn’t. Still well under five pounds, she was way more preemie than infant. Being the rule follower I am (or was), I took off for the emergency room. Our nurse was performing CPR in the car. Kenn, much more practical and far less worried about rules than I, grabbed the car seat and ran up to the Infant Special Care Unit, where Molly had lived for five months and where her brother was still an inpatient.

Kenn’s version of the story is that he was told they couldn’t take care of her on the unit. He said: “Fine, let her die.” Of course they didn’t. Of course they cared for her. You know she lived.

It turns out her heart anomaly (an atrial septal defect [ASD] that kept aggravating her PDA) was more significant than the echocardiogram had indicated and she needed open heart surgery to repair it. Our hope had been to hold off on the surgery until she was at least a toddler, and a lot bigger and stronger. That was not to be.

Evanston Hospital did not perform the kind of surgery that Molly needed, so she went to Children’s Memorial Hospital (now the Lurie’s Children’s Hospital) in Chicago. And here is where we get back to our wonderful pediatrician, Dr. Lum. Molly’s heart surgery itself is a story for another day, but this is the part you need to know. Unbeknownst to us, Dr. Lum came down to Children’s to observe her surgery. We didn’t even know he was there.

Before she was even out of surgery, Dr. Lum was the first person to come out to the waiting room and tell us she was off bypass and doing well. I was stunned to see him and told him then and there that he was not allowed to move or retire until Ike and Molly and all our future children had graduated from high school.

I’m happy to say he followed instructions and is still our pediatrician. When Molly went for her pre-college physical, he offered to stay her doctor during her college career until she had settled somewhere permanently. “Of, course, it’s your decision,” he said. “You have a long, complicated medical history and I’m happy to be a resource for you.” She decided to take him up on his offer. Smart girl.

I won’t tell you that one of the nurses told me that he got a little teary-eyed in the hallway after that pre-college visit. I won’t tell you because the nurse made me promise I wouldn’t. I will tell you that he has been a wonderful doctor for all my children, and that I don’t think I would have survived Ike and Molly’s years of preemiehood and recovery without him.

This post was prompted by another one I read today (see link below) about choosing a physician for your preemie. It has some good advice, but I thought I’d add my two cents:

  • Ask the NICU nurses and doctors; they’ll be reluctant to choose one doctor over another, but they know your preemie best.
  • Choose a pediatrician’s office that has an accessible parking lot. We drove about five miles further for years to go to a secondary office that had better parking. Two babies, two oxygen tanks, a huge stroller, a stuffed diaper bag and one Mama made easy access essential.
  • Trust your gut, and when you find a good pediatrician, hold on for dear life. I recommend a binding contract.

Choosing Your Preemie’s Pediatrician.

They’re Legal: Happy 21st Birthday MikeandOllie

November 17, 2012

A toast—to Isaac and Molly on their 21st birthday. It’s been a long, long road, and yet I remember every single second of that day … their birth day. I didn’t officially get to meet Molly until November 18, 1991. Shock tends to put you out of commission for a while. That, and a lot of drugs.

I’ll be posting more over on Two Kinds of People, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to wish Mike and Ollie a happy 21st here on the memoir blog. Their lives are true miracles, and having them in our lives has brought about many more miraculous events and feelings. I think it’s no coincidence that their birthday—November 17—is Prematurity Awareness Day.

To celebrate, I hope you’ll take a moment to learn a bit more about prematurity, it’s causes and what it takes to help preemies and their families. The March of Dimes is the flag bearer for preemies everywhere. If you are inclined to celebrate Isaac and Molly, or another preemie in your life, consider a donation to their Prematurity Campaign.

This week I was also reminded how many blood transfusions they underwent during their five-month hospital stay and Molly’s subsequent open-heart surgery. A donation of blood in their honor or in honor of another preemie could help save lives.

Happy birthday, Isaac and Molly. You may be adults now, but you’ll always be my babies. Thank you.

One of World’s Smallest Surviving Babies Goes Home – ABC News

July 11, 2012

Congratulations to baby Kenna and her parents. This tiny baby is going home.

One of World’s Smallest Surviving Babies Goes Home – ABC News.

via One of World’s Smallest Surviving Babies Goes Home – ABC News.

(VIDEO) 4th Smallest Baby in the World Born at 24 Weeks – Circle of Moms

May 28, 2012

Isaac and Molly were born at 24 weeks 20 years ago. It’s still an amazing feat that they survived. At 1 pound 8.5 ounces and 1 pound 10 ounces respectively, they were actually pretty good size for 24-weekers. We were happy to not set any records for “world’s smallest baby” when every gram counted.

Here is a video about baby Kenna, born January 9, 2012—the fourth smallest baby in the world at just 9 ounces. She’s now a whopping 3 pounds 8 ounces and we wish her an her family only the best on the long road of preemiehood.

(VIDEO) 4th Smallest Baby in the World Born at 24 Weeks – Circle of Moms.

Third Smallest Baby Heads Home from Hospital

January 23, 2012

We’re very happy not to hold any smallest baby records. Isaac and Molly were plenty small enough and are some of the earliest surviving 24-weekers, born “way back” in 1991.

We read today about baby Melinda Star Guido, another 24-weeker who weighed only 9.5 ounces at birth. Melinda, the third smallest surviving preemie on record, is on her way home and we wish her and her family all the best. I hope her journey is as wonderful and successful as Isaac and Molly’s have been.

Third Smallest Baby: World’s Third Smallest Baby Heads Home from the Hospital –

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