Showing posts with label premmies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label premmies. Show all posts

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Miraculous


May


For Premature Babies!

Miracle babies Foundation
supports premmie babies,
sick newborns
and the hospitals
 which care for them.

Watching a premmie
struggle each day…
celebrating their final release
 into the “real” world…
helping them through
daily struggles…
No wonder premmie babies
get a whole month! 
Happy Miracle Month
tiny babies!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Premmie Day

Premmie Day!
Wear green! 
Spend a few dollars
and buy green wristbands. 
The money raised will be used
to help charities
helping support Aussie babies.  


 Each year, about 45 000
Aussie babies spend time
in a neonatal intensive care unit.
  A premature baby – or a premmie,
is born before 37 weeks gestation.
  In Australia, about 8%
of babies are born prematurely. 
About 15% of babies need the help
 of an intensive care unit. 
Not surprisingly,
facts and figures don’t cut it
 when it comes to tiny, tiny babies...
tied down to beeping machines,
with tubes stuck down
their small nostrils and tiny mouths...
 wrinkled skin scrunched tight
with sticky tape
and a huge plastic cage
keeping everyone out... 
babies struggling every day...
 every hour...
every minute. 


I remember looking
with longing at the room
where the bigger, healthier babies
could be held freely
by their families... 
I remember watching the time
 and marking off
another day of life... 
 I remember dumplings! 
 And baklava! 
I remember the smell
of the hand sanitiser
and the feel of a tiny hand.
  I remember the first cuddle
– a sneaky cuddle
when the nurse wasn’t looking. 
I remember the songs –
so important back then
“I’m coming home”
and “Been a long time”. 
 I remember the days
when the news was bad
and the days when we could
 enjoy a little celebration.


And now... he’s home. 
 He’s gorgeous. 
 He’s a battler
and his life will be tough,
but he will teach us so many things
 as we trample through
 this life together.
Premmie Day
may once have slipped by
without my noticing it...
but we’re Premmie Families now. 
Wear green for the Premmies.
  Premmie Webpages: 
Photos from my sister’s webpage

"From little things,
big things grow."

Friday, March 23, 2012

Parents of Preemies


 13 million each year...
10% of annual births...
...Are premature births.
 
Almost a million babies die,
 as a result of being born too early
 – each year...
within their first month.
Lives are turned upside down.
Control is lost...
Time stops.
 
2012 sees the introduction
of a new Special Day.
The 23rd of March is
Parents of Preemies Day.
Research is showing that
preemie parents suffer
psychologically, following
their babies birth.
Preemie parents learn
a new language,
as their baby fights for life...
  Inside a plastic cage –
 far from loving arms,
parents learn the sounds
and actions of an alien room.  



A study followed
18 preemie parents. 
After 4 months,
3 were diagnosed
with post Traumatic
 Stress Syndrome. 
Another seven were considered
“at high risk”
for the disorder. 
(That’s more than half...)
  Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome
is a mental illness
suffered after living through
 extreme conditions –
 think war, car accidents
 and severe physical assaults... 
Finally, it is being recognised
that parents dealing
with the intensity of
premature babies suffer
in the same way
as people
 stuck in war-torn nations...
amid bombs and gunfire... 
(such is the pressure
of watching a
premature baby fight for life...
 ...every day!)

In the NICU (hospital), 
there are constant
alarms and noises...
people die.
You don’t know who will die
 and who won’t  -
but the possibility,
while you may deny it...
is very real.
Preemie parents can have
bad news thrown at them
– over and over
and over again...
Interestingly, preemie dads
 cope better while their baby
 is in the hospital –
but showed higher
 post traumatic stress syndrome
 stress than the mothers –
 once their baby was home.
If there are celebrations
for so many
of the little things in life,
 there should absolutely
be celebrations for the amazing
strength required
of preemie parents
(and the people who take
 the steps with the parents...)
While joining the
Parents of Preemies “club”
 happens by accident...
and is undesirable...
once you’re in – you’re in.
Parents of Preemies –
embrace your day!
You deserve a day!

Parents of Premmies on facebook,
 the webpage,
and the post traumatic stress

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Happy NICU Day

Today is a special day..

Thank You NICU Day
6 Months ago,
I had no idea what a NICU was...
And, to be honest... 
I didn’t care.

Today, I know
(Neonatal Intensive Care Unit)
and while I never want
to go back to a NICU,
I definitely want to say
“Thank You!”.


 
6 months ago,
my baby nephew came into the world...
a couple of months too early!
He went to the NICU
at the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital
and the nurses and doctors there
looked after him
in a way we never could.

 He was too small
and we were too afraid.
He was in a tiny plastic cage
with skin that looked plastic
and purple.
His tiny sunken chest
moved with each breath...
and so many of those
were being pushed through his body
by machines.
At such an incredibly straining
and emotional time 
the patience and every-day-normal-ness
of the NICU staff
helped to make the journey
little less difficult...
especially when the night nurses
left crazy photographic evidence
of their night adventures with my nephew,

where they dressed him up
and took him on adventures. 
(They messed up
his sleeping routines a little,
but brought great smiles to me.)


is held each November.
It’s a day for us to thank
and acknowledge
all Australian NICU staff.
“Thank You!”

Monday, October 17, 2011

For the early birds...

Today has been set aside
 to think of premature babies
 and their incredibly strong parents. 


Once you’ve opened that door...
... stepped into the world of
premature babies...
there’s no going back.
Your life will change
 forever.



I don’t have the words,
so I’ve stolen them
 from Sean Simpson  
who walked
through the premature door
 in 2007 and wrote
this wonderful poem for us
   so that we wouldn’t have to
say the words ourselves.


 A Daddies Poem
Time stands still, the day has arrived
 A baby born early, has he survived?
 Emotions are torn, what should I do
 Lost in a world that’s so new to you
 
The baby is rushed in to NICU care
 Mum on a table, it doesn't seem fair
 A mother and baby, two floors apart
 Separated by distance, connected by heart
You stand on the outside as the scene flashes by
 The team go to work, don't let him die
 Tubes and machines keep him alive
 You pray for a miracle, let him survive
The doctors they tell you, prepare for the worst
 Your world tears apart your dreams are immersed
 He is far too small, he has a battle ahead
 You search for some hope in the eyes of the Ped
 
The day turns to night and the team goes away
 A doctor and nurse are the only to stay
 The clock goes so slowly yet the hours still pass
 You try to reach out to that face behind the glass
Your life is the monitor you watch every beat
 You watch every breath, you don't leave your seat
 You don't leave his side he is your blood and your life
 You would give your left arm and so would your wife.
A father’s pain is hard yet it only seems token
 Compared to a Mums who lays battered and broken
 Her dream has been robbed and so has her joy
 Her only life’s wish is to hold her new boy
 
As night starts to deepen you to start to reflect
 Your start to question what to expect
 You try to reason you try to make sense
 You feel joy yet your pain is intense
The longest night in history draws to a close
 The day that stood still the day where time froze
 The smallest human you have ever seen
 So tough, so hard, courage unseen
Hours become days and days become weeks
 Weeks become months, with falls and peaks
 The road is long the journey is hard
 The climb is tough your mind is scarred
But your family and friends are there, you’re not alone
 You soldier on regardless as NICU becomes your home
 Those brilliant doctors and staff are there on your ride
 With those Angels of MERCY there at your side
How can one so little be so tough and brave
And defy all the odds that once looked so grave
A heart the size of the MCG in a body built so small
 He took on every challenge and answered every call
Sometimes when he is sleeping I sit there at his side
 And appreciate every second and watch him with such pride
 Our boy came home, his battle was hard, the lucky we were among
 Some Angels stay there forever, forever they are young
Sean Simpson 2007