#ariachallenge

Lemme tell you a story. I know it's long (I don't know any other way) but bear with me. There's a challenge at the end of it for you.

Back in March, I was sitting in church one week. At the end of the lesson, one of the leaders took a minute to tell us about a situation with another family and asked us all to pray for them. She said that their newborn baby girl was sick and had been at Primary Children's for a few weeks and was not doing well. Tears instantly filled my eyes. I definitely have an extra soft heart for anyone else sent to that particular hospital since that's where Aria was, but then to hear that it was another newborn baby girl just like ours. My heart just broke for that mama knowing what she was going through, the emotions she must be feeling as she faced the possibility of losing her baby. I had never met these people before and I thought to myself, "Oh that poor mama. I hope someone does something to help her." Instantly, this thought popped into my mind: "YOU'RE someone, you idiot." Now, perhaps God didn't mean to be that harsh, but it sure felt like it :) I sure bet he was exasperated with how closed off and self-centered my mind had been since losing Aria and decided to just skip the gentle quiet promptings and give me a good kick in the pants instead.

With that startling realization, I started remembering about who truly made the difference for us during our time of trial. I distinctly remember being in the hospital those first couple days thinking how unfair it was that God couldn't have had this happen to me a couple months earlier when my friends would have been more available to support me. Three of my closest friends at the time had coincidentally also had baby girls just a couple weeks before me so while I completely understood that they were already tapped out from that life change, I felt like for the most part God was leaving me to handle this without much of a support system. How very wrong I was! Now of course our families and close friends did as much as they could and were absolutely amazing, but they also were emotionally distraught by the situation on their own behalf. Plus, a trial that big requires more. What we never expected to have happen was that over the next couple months, most of the kindness and support we received came from near strangers at the time. We had just moved a couple months prior so we hardly knew anyone in the neighborhood, but our neighbors flooded in with meals, kind texts and messages, babysitting offers, mowing our lawn, etc etc. Old friends we hadn't talked to much in years suddenly reached out and stayed with us through it all. As Aria's story became more public complete strangers would contact me by email to tell me that they had been affected by her story and wanted us to know that she mattered. Over and over again, the small and simple acts of caring from these strangers made up the bulk of our support each day. It always seemed like just when I felt like I couldn't survive another moment, someone would innocently send a text just letting me know they were thinking about us. So simple. Yet so life-changing.

Point #1: You don't have to know them. You don't have to do something big. Just do something!

So, remembering this, I resolved to do something to show this neighbor that I was aware of their situation and cared about them. . .at least for that day. However, it just happened to be an insanely busy week for me, plus I was very pregnant and exhausted all the time. All of a sudden a few days had passed by without me doing anything and I started to lose my nerve. I thought, "well, it's been several days, surely the time to do something has passed. . .I've missed my chance. . ." which is when God bellowed back, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???" and I remembered how pretty much the day after Aria's funeral, the bulk of the support of others faded away. I know that it wasn't for lack of caring, but it's so easy to think that because an EVENT has passed, so has the bulk of the EMOTION. In reality my daughter's death was all that mattered to me for the next several months and I would get annoyed when people would try to talk to me about more trivial things as if they mattered. I would have accepted an offer of condolence or act of kindness 3 months later just as greedily as I would have while she was alive.

Point #2: There is no expiration date on when your kindness will no longer be welcome!

So to finish my story. . .I got my nerve up and assembled a mini care package for their family with the help of another neighbor (whose own newborn baby, ironically, would be sent to Primary's 2 months later requiring her own community of support, which she received in spades. . .I'm telling you, karma is real). Because I'm a total dweeb who is super shy and self conscious I just stuck it in her mailbox along with a short letter telling her briefly about my experience and inviting her to contact me if she ever wanted to talk.

She contacted me later that same night.

Long story short (hahaha, way too late for that), over the next several months we have gotten to know each other better. I call her my friend now. Her baby, blessedly, still fights a long hard road but is home now. And we even share a nanny :)

This experience changed me. It was the starting point to help bring me out of the darkness I had let myself go to during this last pregnancy where I gave in to all my fears and bitterness. I was so focused on my own trials I was ignoring the needs of others. While of course I was always happy to do any service for others when asked, I realized I was missing out on so many opportunities for service simply because I was busy or self-absorbed or it just didn't cross my mind to do anything personally more than sympathize. So many simple, small acts made a difference in my life. I want to be able to do that for others! So, starting that week in March, I made a goal and dedicated it to Aria's upcoming birthday that was a few months away. My goal was to actively LOOK for opportunities to reach out. When I heard of things others were going through, instead of just feeling bad for them I wanted to DO something.

Right off the bat, there were a couple big trials of others that were presented. A friend's daughter that was diagnosed with cancer. Another friend's baby sent to the hospital. I was able to offer meals, texts, play dates, etc and felt like I made a difference.

But there were many less significant events too that I started noticing. . .things I wouldn't normally do much about. Someone whose husband was on a business trip leaving her alone with their little kids for the first time. A new mom who was having a hard time adjusting. House projects for someone that had become way too stressful. A family worried over an upcoming move. Etc etc. I started keeping a journal of my efforts and feel like it has helped increase my awareness of others. I have been amazed by how many "small trials" I have been able to be more aware of simply by trying!

This is how you start: If you hear about something going on that moves you, do something about it. Simply put, If you FEEL it, ACT on it!

Most of the time I don't do anything huge - just texts to check in with them and see how things are going and asking what I can do to help make things a little easier for them. Or treats. It's always a good excuse to make a big batch of treats and drop off plates for anyone who might need an extra smile that day (because leftovers!) I hope I make a difference here and there in someone's day. It sure makes a difference in mine.

So. This is my CHALLENGE. The #ariachallenge. Aria's "angel day" is coming up this Thursday the 18th. And I find myself more and more of an emotional wreck the closer it gets. I could sure use the knowledge that her short life has affected others to be more aware of those around them, no matter how big or small the trial. Look for an opportunity to serve someone this week. It doesn't have to be big. Just a text to someone who might be in need of a boost. Or maybe even a thank you note to someone whose made a difference during a hard time for you. I'd love if you go to Aria's FB page (https://www.facebook.com/babyarialynn) or back here to the blog and share your #ariachallenge with me. But it's okay too if you want to keep it private.

Let's put some extra good into the world this week.

How to help someone who is grieving/living the hospital life

Creative title, huh?  But since I intended to have this blog up long, long ago and have been sidetracked, it will have to do.

There have been a few instances since Aria died where I have been approached by someone looking for advice on how to help someone else going through similar things.  I thought it would be helpful if I wrote about what we most appreciated from others, in order to spark some ideas.  I know that my ideas NOW as far as what is helpful, compared to my ideas BEFORE, definitely do not line up!  It definitely takes living through something like this to understand the specific difficulties that are associated with it.

Although everyone is going to be a little different on what specific show of support they need, I've broken the situation into 2 large chunks:  Hospital Life, and Grieving Life.  For us, we had 2 months of basically living at the hospital before Aria passed away.  Our needs during that time were very different than our needs after.  So I have tried to specify if there are ways to help that are better suited to one situation than the other.

Don't just say something like, "what can we do to help you?"  Even though it is very well-meaning.  Whenever I was asked that I would usually answer with a blank stare.  Guys, I know the offer was genuine, it's just that you have to understand that when you're going through something like this, your brain is FRIED all the time.  Especially when we were living the Hospital Life. . .I literally couldn't plan more than 24 hours in advance, because our schedule at the NICU changed every day based on what new tests they were running or what doctors wanted to talk to us or what visitors we had coming.  It made it SO HARD to plan anything.  Child care for my older son, meals, even being able to tell people for sure times that we would be at home.

Gifts:  I loved and kept every single thing people gave us for Aria, both while she was alive and after she died.  I keep them all in a dresser full of her momentos.  We have lots of headbands, a couple bracelets, a few personalized blankets, small stuffed toys, a dress, drawings from several different children, even a little crocheted ladybug costume, and some other things.  I just love that I have tangible items that I can say are hers, even if she never saw or touched them.

Equally important - the gifts that came for my son, both before and after Aria died.  I think in these kinds of circumstances it is really easy to forget about any siblings and to focus only on the parents and child involved.  But this was as difficult a time for our son as it was for the rest of us, and I just really appreciated whenever anyone thought to send him a little trinket.  Especially during Hospital Life when I was away from him so much.

Throughout the whole process, both Hospital and Grieving Life, THE MOST IMPORTANT thing anyone could do was just to let me know they cared.  This could be as simple as a text every couple days letting me know they were thinking about us or asking about the baby or sharing a way that our baby was inspiring them to be better.  In our everyday busy life, I was just appreciative to have been a thought in someone's mind.  It helped me feel like our baby mattered to more people than just us, which is HUGE as a parent!  We spend their whole lives proudly showing them off, I wanted people to still care about my baby even if I couldn't physically show her off.  This is still true even though she's in heaven now.

Related to that - make sure to mention the baby.  No matter the diagnosis.  It was always super awkward when people would ask repeatedly how I was doing, or my husband, or son. . .but they seemed terrified to mention the baby.  This is more true after she died.  I know it's really awkward for most people to mention the deceased, but it did hurt my feelings because I felt like they would rather she just be forgotten.  Or maybe they didn't want to bring up painful memories.  But what those people don't understand is that I already was thinking about her 24/7.  Still do!  You're not "reminding" me of anything, so when you mention my baby that just helps me know that you remember her too which is all I want.

As far as tangible gifts for parents goes - anything of course was truly welcomed and appreciated.  There are two types of gifts that we received that were particularly helpful though: gift cards for cash or gas.  I hesitate to even mention it because it sounds so blunt, but my feeling is that if you are going to spend money on someone, I might as well tell you what will absolutely get used.  Restaurant gift cards are nice but we didn't get a chance to use them until months later when we had the luxury of flexible time again.  But we did spend a LOT of money on food at the hospital cafeteria, so it was super nice to just swipe a VISA gift card.  We also spent hundreds of dollars each month on gas so the couple of gas cards we got were used quickly (and thankfully they were for stations that were near us).  That one I'm sure is not as important in some cases where the baby is very close, but where Aria's NICU was an hour away, we spent a. lot. of. time. driving. back and forth, sometimes several times each day depending on what was going on.

Play dates:  I got so many offers of baby-sitting, and truly appreciated them.  However, most of those offers stopped after Aria died.  It makes sense - people knew how busy we were with Hospital Life, so they offered childcare, and then figured we didn't need it once we were no longer schedule-crazy after she died.  However.  This is actually backwards of what would have been helpful.  Let me 'splain: During Hospital Life, if I was leaving Bennett with someone in the neighborhood it really needed to be for several hours to make it worth it since the NICU was so far.  Drop him off, drive an hour, be in the NICU for 2 hours, drive an hour home to pick him up.  And 2 hours in the NICU is practically nothing, although of course better than nothing.  At any rate, asking a neighbor for a minimum of 4 hours is kind of a HUGE favor, and kind of risky because I never knew if I'd run into traffic on the way up or back, or if a doctor would drop by right as I was getting ready to head home, etc.  I just always felt so bad if I ended up being late coming back.  And not just for the neighbor, but for my Bennett boy.  He turned 3 during Hospital Life and leaving him with a neighbor for 4 hours was just really long for him at that time, mostly because he had severe abandonment issues that took months to work through.  At today's age where he could understand what was going on better it would be fine, but he was just too little back then and was happiest when I was at least in sight somewhere.  He did much better when he was with family members who he knew well, but that was hard on me because they lived in the opposite direction so that meant my commuting time was doubled.  The best child care during that time came from two angels who were able to offer regular child care for free.  One was some old friends who we hadn't kept in touch with, but who reached out because they lived near my husband's work.  We were able to come up with an arrangement where once a week I would drop Bennett off in the late afternoon and go to the NICU, and then my husband would pick him up a couple hours later on his way home.  It was AWESOME.  I got to spent the whole evening at the hospital totally stress-free knowing that Bennett was only away from his parents for a couple hours that day (on those days my husband would usually go up to the NICU in the early morning, just in case you were wondering).  The other was my aunt who lived only about 20 minutes from the hospital!  On the days where I didn't have any other help I could drop Bennett off there on my way up, spend 2-3 hours at the NICU, then go pick him up.  He loved playing there with my little cousins and knew I wasn't far away so he was content to last a little longer without me.  In Grieving Life, I was at home physically with my son all the time, but I was mentally/emotionally spent.  This is where the playdate offers would have been most helpful, because I could have easily taken him somewhere in the neighborhood for a couple hours just to be able to have a little time to collect myself and recharge for the rest of the day taking care of him and all the household needs.

Meals:  This one gets tricky.  I don't believe I cooked at all while Aria was in the hospital.  I just didn't have the time.  I was sure sick of fast food and take-out by the end of those 2 months of Hospital Life.  I knew I'd survive, but it really added to my stress to feel like my son was not getting the nutrition he needed as a toddler.  As far as grocery shopping went, we only ever bought staples - milk, eggs, bread.  You know what would have been great?  If we had been stocked on easy-grab healthy foods.  Both for parents and kids.  Things like yummy granola bars, yogurts, fruit cups, Lunchables, non-messy fresh fruits and veggies, applesauce pouches, cup-o-noodles, microwave dinners. . .you get the idea.  Anything that is easy to eat while in the car is a bonus since over half the time I only had time to eat while driving.  Fresh meals or freezer meals that people brought over were great of course, but way more helpful during Grieving Life when our schedule was no longer as crazy.  While Aria was in the hospital I didn't dare even start a crockpot, lest I burn the house down by staying at the hospital too long.  And fresh meals were hard because as I've mentioned, I was never able to give people concrete times of when we would be home.  But during the immediate grieving period those meals were so helpful and amazing, because we obviously were not in the mood for cooking for a long time afterward.

Flowers:  Another kind of tricky one.  LOVED having fresh flowers in the house to come home to at the end of long hospital days.  HATED having fresh flowers in the house after Aria died because it was just so damn depressing watching more beautiful things slowly dying.

Biggest tip of all: Do something! Anything!  Even if you don't know them!  Even if it's just a quick text, FB message, note in their mailbox, etc.  While I can't tell you specific names of people who just sent quick little notes of sympathy/support, I CAN tell you that it was little messages like those that helped me get through the day.  Just to know that someone was thinking of us was huge, even if they weren't actually doing anything.  The big shows of support, of course, were life-changing and amazing.  But just having these tiny random messages from people throughout the day was equally amazing.  They always seemed to come right when I was at a breaking point, and would help give me the energy to last a couple more hours.  And they were often from people who I didn't usually talk to, or barely knew.  It ALL makes a difference.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 50 - August 18, 2014. . .The day she became an angel

Mike, Bennett, and I had slept at the hospital the night before, then we had the family room reserved this day so we could have privacy on Aria's last day.  

I love this picture of Mike and Aria - I told Mike that Aria's hair was lightening up to be closer to his shade, so he tried to compare.

We spent some time as a family for the last time, then sent Bennett home with my sister after he said his goodbyes.  He left her with a "hug, kiss, and tickle" on her tummy which was his thing at the time.  It was cute and endearing.

(taken just minutes before she passed)

In the early afternoon, Mike gave her a blessing, and her medical team came to take her off of life support.  Without going into details, she passed from this world pretty immediately.  Although we had not expected her to go quite that quickly, it was somewhat reassuring that we had made the right choice in not trying to force her to live when she clearly was done.  She had a foot in death's door ever since she first crashed a few days prior, and we just felt like it was cruel to demand she be kept in this world.  Even still, making the decision to let her go was, and I hope will always be, the most difficult decision I have ever had to make.  Even knowing it was the right decision didn't make it any easier.

We spent a few more hours with her before we left her forever.  Walking out of that room for the last time was equally as hard.  I will always treasure that first and last time I had to hold her freely, without wires.  We just love that little girl so much.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 49 - August 17, 2014

Since Aria hadn't had any scares the day before, I felt ok going to my sister's house 15 minutes away to sleep, instead of sleeping at the NICU again.  When I got back to the hospital the next morning I found that our primary nurse had gotten Aria all dolled up for her visitors today!

 I love how some of the nurses were able to do some cute things with her hair during her time there.  I never knew what to do with it!

We had gotten special permission to reserve the family room so that our immediate families could come say their last goodbyes.  We didn't let anyone hold her there because we knew just having that many people in the room would be plenty of stimulation.

We spent most of the day with her at the NICU. . .and the night, too!  Because of the circumstances, our nurse was able to get a room one floor down in the Ronald McDonald housing.  So for the only time ever, our family was able to all sleep in the same building!  Funny how in normal life we take that for granted.

(my view looking down at her snoring away in my arms)

I stayed up late with Aria having some good bedtime snuggles.  She was wearing a cute little sleeper her night nurse had found in the NICU collection.  I didn't start visiting Aria much at night until the last couple weeks, and I regret that.  Bedtime snuggles are where it's at!

At midnight I finally gave in to the sleep and went down to our family room, where I found my boys already sleeping away.  So then I pumped and showered and finally got into bed around 2am.  Totally worth it to have my family all together.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 48 - August 16, 2014

I had slept at the hospital the night before, so when I woke up I got Aria dressed in the one outfit I had found that met all the criteria (with matching headband, of course!) I sent the picture to Michael.  This is actually his favorite picture of her!

We tried to get a bunch of people in to hold Aria today - knowing she only had a day or two left, we wanted to make sure our families could at least hold her one time.  My brother-in-law, Mike's parents (who had flown out and arrived today), and my parents all got to hold her for the first time today.  That was way more than we'd normally permit, but we knew that we were running out of time.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 47 - August 15, 2014

I usually woke up around 5-6am to pump milk, so since I was up anyway I decided to call in to the NICU and check on Aria.  I talked to her night nurse who told me that Aria had crashed again during the night.  They were able to revive her quickly enough that they didn't call us and wake us up, but still significant. This just reaffirmed that we knew Aria was no longer meant to stay.

After 2 close calls in a 24 hour period, we decided one of us should be with her at all times until she passed.  We decided I should sleep at the hospital that night.  We were lucky to have that same night nurse 3 nights in a row so I got to spend a lot of time talking to her.  When I arrived that evening, that nurse was giving Aria a bath.  Although at first glanced she seemed to be sponging her pretty roughly (I was always afraid of hurting her or a wire though so I always bathed her super soft), one look at Aria showed me that she was actually loving it!  She was in total bliss.  I even took a video because I don't know if I had ever seen her that happy before.  She did love her baths though! It was the first little bit of happiness I felt from her since she had coded the day before.  I know it doesn't make sense to most people how we could sense her different emotions from a baby who appears to be sleeping most of the time, but it's the same as with any newborn - you get a sense for what they're feeling very quickly when it's your own child.

Right before visiting hours were over, my sister and brother-in-law ran in.  They had been in CA that week and weren't supposed to come back for a couple more days.  However, I had updated Kav about Aria's code the day before, and then that morning when she found out about the 2nd incident, they hurried and packed up and were on the road within half an hour to come back.  So of course we had her hold Aria, and our night nurse was awesome and let us sneak my brother-in-law in the room too (normally only 2 people are allowed bedside at a time).  Aria had her eyes open a lot but looked so sick.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 46 - August 14, 2014

This day. . .this day was a hard day.  This morning I walked into the kitchen to find Bennett talking on the phone to someone.  Apparently my phone had rung while I was in the other room and he had picked it up.  We have been trying to teach him to bring the phone to us instead of answering it himself, but that small act of him answering the phone may have kept Aria with us a few days longer.  

When I took the phone from him, I saw it was Primary Children's.  This was not unexpected, because they would usually call once a day with an update.  So I figured that's why they were calling.  I could see that Bennett could have been talking to them for as long as a minute, so I was embarrassed and started apologizing to our NP who was on the other end.  That's when she interrupted and told me that she was actually calling because Aria had coded (flatlined) and had called to find out if we wanted them to go against our written wishes and use extreme measures to save her, or to let her go. . .however, by the time I picked up the phone from Bennett, their efforts at stimulating her body to respond has started to work, and her heart had started beating again.  At that point she had to get off the phone quickly to assist, but made it clear that it looked like we were okay for now.

I was absolutely sick the next couple hours until we could get up to the hospital.  Because Aria had already had all kinds of crazy life-saving measures taken the day she was born, we didn't want her to have to go through that pain again knowing it was just a temporary fix, so we had decided to just let her control when she'd return to heaven.  If I had answered the phone right away while she was flat-lined, I probably would have told them to make sure she was comfortable and let her go, and she'd be gone.  I really think that this was all part of a master plan to alert us that we were at the end, and give us a couple more days to say goodbye to her.

It's crazy how fast she suddenly turned.  Just the day before, we had met with our primary nurse and the NP who wanted to talk to us about how well Aria was doing with her oxygen and that maybe we should try moving to the nose tubes again.  Of course, once she coded, nobody was talking about that anymore.

Those last couple of days were special and heartbreaking at the same time.  As soon as we got to her that day after she crashed, it was clear there was a change.  Those last few days she never seemed fully herself and seemed to just hover between life and death, just barely hanging on.

That evening I was supposed to go to a Girl's Night with some girls from our old neighborhood.  I was actually really looking forward to it, but of course after Aria crashed I had to tell them I was out.  Late that night one of them dropped by a bag full of headbands and this cute bracelet!  They had planned to give them to me at the party.  They told me pick out my favorites and give the rest to the NICU (the source for my idea later on to collect headbands at her funeral, I just thought that was the best idea!)  This pink flower headband remains one of my favorites.  Before having Aria, I always thought pink was too cliche for a girl but I had to admit it looked cute on her!

Aria's Life in Review: Day 45 - August 13, 2014

Aria had never really seemed to bounce back all the way after her bout of infection, and all her doctors and ourselves had the feeling her life might be drawing to a close.  So Michael and I decided to start letting other people hold her.  Up until now, we had been the only ones.  This took some sacrifice on our part, because she could only handle so much stimulation, so by letting other people hold her that meant we held her a little less.  We felt it was important though to let our families have the chance to hold her.  We knew they all were in love with her too.  So tonight after Mike was done holding her, she was lifted out of his arms and into my sister Ayisha's.  She didn't know beforehand we were going to do that so it was a good surprise.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 44 - August 12, 2014

We had started inviting extended family to come see Aria.  Today my aunt and uncle came, and my aunt brought this cute headband she had made.  I like it, I think it looks like a little fairy wreath!

Aria's Life in Review: Day 43 - August 11, 2014

Today's big event was a new bed for Aria!  It was all new and shiny.  And it brought Aria down a couple inches which made it so much easier for Bennett to reach her, so that was awesome!

Also, today I had an interesting thought when I looked at Aria.  She opened her eyes while she was turned toward the sunny window, and to my surprise they were reflecting blue back at me.  The picture does it no justice.  It wasn't the light, icy blue gray of Bennett's eyes - it was a deep midnight blue.  I wondered if there was any chance that her eyes were starting to turn blue too.  It made me a little sad though because we knew she was nearing the end of her life, and I'd likely never find out the answer to that question.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 42 - August 10, 2014

I hope I'm calling this the right thing. . .this is Aria and her "froggy."  She loved that thing!  It was filled with beans or rice or something and shaped like a frog.  So I never was told anything official about its purpose (Jamie, Makenzie, feel free to comment and clarify. . .) but I observed a lot of uses over our time there.  She especially loved having it draped on her while she slept.  I always love having heavy blankets on me while I sleep so I totally understand the comfort of that.  

Aria's Life in Review: Day 41 - August 9, 2014

My sister made this hatbox for Aria.  It is totally impractical for a newborn, but cute for a picture.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 40 - August 8, 2014

Family picture day!  I just snapped this picture with my phone while we were setting up, but it remains one of my favorites.  I didn't even bother putting Aria in clothes for pictures, my friend Rachel just modified a navy blue diaper cover to make it smaller, and we went with her classic headband look.

This was a hard day for me in terms of accepting our current reality.  I had so many visions of what I wanted the family pictures to look like, what kind of poses we would do, etc.  We already were starting off not perfect because Aria was so swollen that day from all her medications that she didn't look like her true self.  But then after only about 20 minutes of pictures, she had a seizure that stopped things in their tracks.  We had to put her back to bed to recover. . .just that little bit of activity was too much stimulation for her, even though she was mostly sleeping through it.  Thankfully, my brother-in-law is a professional and managed to get a few really good pictures in that short amount of time.  It was a hard but good lesson for me in learning to accept what you have to work with.  I'm such a perfectionist normally - at our last family pictures just 10 months prior, I had agonized for days over preparing the perfect outfits, the perfect hairstyles, etc.  And they looked amazing (except for Bennett getting a split lip the night before while playing).  But I find that everything about Aria has changed how I view things and how much to stress (or rather, how much I SHOULDN'T stress) over things I can't control.

Aria's Life in Review: Day 39 - August 7, 2014

This is Aria, being exasperated with the clothes situation.

Thus far, we had not put Aria in any clothes.  The main reason being because she would overheat even just wearing headbands.  Secondary reasons were the difficulty in finding an outfit that would even fit her.  However, I wanted to at least buy her an outfit or two.  Imagine with me that you're on the hunt for an outfit.  Ready?  Here is the criteria:

1. Preemie size ideally, because she only weighed 5 pounds and even newborn size clothing was ridiculously big.
2. Could not have any enclosed legs because of the PICC line in her leg through which she received her medications (so no cute tights, pants, leggings, or even full sleepers). In the same line of thinking, could not be anything that needed to be pulled up over her legs/hips/
3. Could not be a normal onesie or anything that you stretch over her head to put on, because of her breathing tube.
4. Could not zip up because of her heart monitor wires. (So ideally, we're looking for something that fastens with snaps all the way around so that all her wires have space to come through between the snaps)
5. Need to be able to get it off quickly just in case she has a medical emergency and they needed to access her wires or heart.
6. Theoretically, would be cute, but we're already grasping at straws here.

I went to 8-9 stores, and found a total of ONE outfit that met all the criteria (it was a little big still because it was newborn size, but not too bad).  I bought one other zebra onesie too that I thought was really cute, and it had a different kind of neck so we wouldn't have to go over her head at all . . .although in that moment I had forgotten about her PICC line.  Thankfully our cute nurse came up with a solution, she took the medication lines out of their holders and routed them through the outfit, then back into their holders.  

Aria's Life in Review: Day 38 - August 6, 2014

 Today was Aria's original due date!  How crazy that we've already been in the NICU for 5 1/2 weeks!

Aria's Life in Review: Day 37 - August 5, 2014

"Today Daddy sent me this picture of you.  He called it 'striking a pose!'  Of course, being Mommy, I texted him right back and told him to loosen your wires because it didn't look comfortable!"

Aria's Life in Review: Day 36 - August 4, 2014

It makes me sad that so many of her pictures have her poor cheeks being smooshed or pulled weird because of her breathing tube tape.  I have learned though that you just do the best with what you have, and she's so dang cute it doesn't really matter anyway.

From her book:

"You are sweaty all the time, but it seemed especially bad today.  It's probably because you're still slightly under the weather from the pneumatosis.  It's the reason why we've never bothered trying to put you in clothes.  Wire/tube problem aside, you would just overheat.  You already overheat even just when we hold you.  Even your headbands only stay on for a couple hours before your head gets too sweaty and the nurses pull them off.  So while you looked cute in the new accessories today, you looked the most comfy when the hats come off! "

Aria's Life in Review: Day 35 - August 3, 2014

This cute button headband was made by my Bennett!  I cut out a circle of felt, spread glue on it, and let him stick buttons all over it.  Then I just glued it to a headband.  I think it's pretty cute, and Bennett was sure proud of it!

Aria's Life in Review: Day 34 - August 2, 2014

Excerpt from Aria's baby book:

"Today when I brought Bennett to see you, he hopped right up on a chair and started cooing at you.  In reply, you favored him with a special treat - you opened your eyes and looked right at him! Of course that pleased Bennett, and you and he spent a few minutes having some good snuggles.  I just stayed out of the way and watched and took pictures.  Today is definitely one of the first times you have both really connected with each other since you are usually asleep when Bennett has visited in the past. I love the days that I get to bring Bennett to see you, but I do not get to hold you on those days since I am helping him too.  I think it is worth the sacrifice though because I love watching your sibling bond develop!  I know your souls remember each other and love each other."

Aria's Life in Review: Day 33 - August 1, 2014

Look at those black, black eyes! So captivating!

From her baby book:

Daddy was sick today so for the first time in your life, he had to go a day without seeing you.  He hated it but he didn't dare come to the NICU with you already being sick.  So instead I took care of Bennett all day, then after I put him to bed I came up to the hospital to see you.  

Your xrays were already looking better, and your fever was down, so I was able to hold you.  You seemed much more comfortable today.  When I asked nurse Erin if I could hold you, she said that she thought that since you were sick, it might be better if I didn't today.  Even though I was expecting that response, I was tired and stressed and started to cry as I said, "I want to do whatever's best for her, it just kind of kills me."  I think I caught poor nurse Erin off guard, because she immediately said she'd call the NP and see if she thought it would be okay for me to hold her.  I kept telling her it was fine, that I didn't want to put you in any stress if you weren't feeling well, but she conferred with the NP and they agreed that it would be okay for me to try holding you today and see how you do.  

It was so nice to hold you after you had been so sick yesterday, and after my crazy day at home.  I could tell you still weren't feeling great because you were much more snuggly and mellow than normal, but were were pretty alert for how late at night it was.  Right before we put you back so I could go home, I thanked sweet nurse Erin for letting me hold you and she gave me a great compliment - she said, " I don't know why I was worried, her numbers are way down and she looks happy to be in your arms!"