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Friday, May 3, 2013

First Friday Birth Story!
This month: Raeann Howes and her baby girl, Justus

We love birth stories! Each one is unique and amazing. If you'd like to share yours, you can use the button below to submit it. We will read (and probably cry) over each one, and then post one on the first Friday of every month! 


Mama: Raeann Howes
Baby: Justus
Due Date: Monday, March 12, 2012
Birthday: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

This is a very special, miraculous story.

I became pregnant in June of 2011 and once we found out I was 6 weeks along and due March, 12, 2012. Everything seemed to be going great up until about the 22 week of my pregnancy. My blood pressure started to elevate, but nothing too serious. The morning of Thanksgiving of 2011, I woke with cramps and bleeding. I rushed to the ER and I was told all seemed to be fine and my uterus was "acting irritable," but nothing to be concerned about. By the end of Thanksgiving night, I was back in the ER with more bleeding and more cramps. At this point, the cramping turned into light contractions and my cervix was just a bit soft. But still, the doctor assured me I was fine. I stayed for two nights and went home that Saturday morning. I was to be on strict bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy with weekly non-stress tests and ultrasounds. By that night, I was bleeding worse with severe cramps. I went to the ER again and to my surprise I was in full labor at 24 weeks!

They immediately started me on preterm labor medications to stop the contractions. I was rushed to Indiana University Hospital and was already dilated 2cm. Twenty minutes after the ambulance ride, I had dilated to 4cm and she was head down and my water bag was severely bulging. There was absolutely no reason for my pre-term labor. My cervix was fine, no infection, no blood clots, and most importantly baby was just fine. The doctors came in and updated us on what was going on and what would happen if I gave labor that night.

They explained to us that if she was born that night she would only have a 30-40% chance of living and of that chance an 80% chance of severe disabilities including cerebral palsy and a wheel chair with machines for the rest of her life. They told me that babies born at 24 weeks barely ever make it and if they do they have the worst possible quality of life. Our only options were to try and stop labor for 48 hours so I could receive steroids to develop the baby's lungs as quickly as possible since babies born at 24 weeks never breathe on their own. They also said that she had a 90% chance of severe brain bleeds and hemorrhaging. The doctors basically instructed us we should just hold her and let God take her. 



They hoped I would make it to 28 weeks because her chances of living would double to 80%. They assured me I would give birth that week since you can only be on those meds for 48 hours before it hurts mom and baby. The medications were stopped that Monday and I started contractions the following Tuesday afternoon. 24 hours later I was fully dilated and my water was on the verge of breaking. After a few large pushes Justus was born at 640 grams, or 1 lb 6 ounces. They actually placed her in a ziplock bag to keep her skin moist so it wouldn’t fall apart while they transported her to Riley Children’s Hospital. Her name is very special because she is our first child and she is “Just Us."

Basically at this point it was nothing but a waiting game. We were told she wouldn’t breathe on her own for months, would have severe brain bleeds, would be 80% blind and deaf if not more, her gut would be incredibly underdeveloped and would suffer severe necrotizing enterocolitis. She would also suffer severe chronic lung disease and a lot of heart problems. This summarizes just the major issues; this doesn’t even touch the minor issues.

Surprisingly Justus breathed on her own for the first five days! She was only intubated because she became septic and fighting an infection and breathing is very hard for a one pound baby. A week later they did a head ultrasound to determine the amount of brain bleeds she had. This was actually the biggest moment in her NICU journey because depending on how much her brain bled depended on if we should continue her life. To our amazing surprise, she had no brain bleeds and her brain/head was completely normal! Over the following weeks, Justus could have lost her life at any moment. Incredibly, she overcame EVERYTHING and was still alive after four weeks.

At this point, we knew she would live, but her quality of life was still in question. After two months had passed, Justus was still miraculously alive and doing beyond well. The fact she had no eye and ear issues defies medical science.

We finally took her home on her due date, March 12, 2012 with just a feeding tube. She weighed 6 lbs 13 ounces.


Today, Justus is a very healthy 16 month old with only some physical and occupational needs and is severely far sighted. She is itty bitty, just 15 lbs 6 ounces. We have had a lot of stomach issues and feeding tubes, but nothing near what she should have. Furthermore, the doctors cannot medically explain why Justus has done so well! We have had a lot of ups and downs, road bumps, and challenges to overcome. But not a day goes by we don’t praise God for our true miracle.



Thanks, Raeann, for sharing your story with us! Justus is truly a miracle baby and cute beyond words. Give her hugs and kisses from all of us at Kanga Care.


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Thursday, February 14, 2013

What is Love?

Kids know what love is. It's a snuggly story after a warm bath. It's a chocolatey kiss after a sweet treat. It's summersaults and kisses for the boo boos that follow. It's making a new friend simply by asking, "Will you be my friend?" 

Happy Valentine's Day

If your baby is talking,  ask them what love is and share their answer in our comments below!
Love, Kanga Care

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.  
Oscar Wilde

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Bruce Lee

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Mother Teresa

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Honore de Balzac

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him. 
Brendan Francis

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. 
Plato

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
James A. Baldwin

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Friday, December 7, 2012

First Friday Birth Story!
This month: Katie Anderson and her baby girl, Blythe

We love birth stories! Each one is unique and amazing. If you'd like to share yours, you can use the link below to submit it. We will read (and probably cry) over each one, and then post one on the first Friday of every month! 



Mama: Katie Anderson
Baby: Blythe
Due Date: Thursday, July 12, 2012
Birthday: Wednesday, June 13, 2012
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My pregnancy was rough! I was sick most of the eight months. But worse than the sickness was the feeling that something was wrong. I was pretty convinced that my baby wasn't going to live. I spent a lot of time even from the very beginning begging God to let me keep this baby. 

Around 24 weeks we were sent to the hospital for a level two ultrasound because of a possible issue with the kidneys, and I thought, here it comes, they are going to tell me the baby's not going to make it. But they checked it out and said it was fine, and it was a girl! :) 

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I didn't want to pick a name or set up her room or buy any cute little girls clothes. I forced myself to do these things because I knew I needed to and I was fighting so hard to have faith that She would be okay.

At 32 weeks I felt like she just wasn't moving around very much. The doctor told me to drink some juice and if I felt something within an hour it was fine. I did, so I tried to ignore the feeling. She got less and less active and when I went in for my 35 week appointment I was ready to demand a stress test. But I didn't have to, for some reason they had scheduled me for an ultrasound even though I wasn't supposed to get it until the next week. 

I went in and it took about two minutes for the tech to turn the machine off and go get the doctor. But I saw with the first two measurements that the baby was measuring 30 weeks instead of the almost 36 that I was.

The Doctor came in and told me I was going to have a baby that day and I should call my husband to have him drive me over to the hospital. The reason was IUGR due to an issue with the placenta. I learned later that if we had waited another week for the ultrasound she would have been still born. 

We went over to the hospital and they prepped me quickly and delivered her within the hour. She let out the loudest scream, and to this day when she gets REALLY mad she still screams like that. Although I hate for her to be upset, it's kind of the best noise ever. 

They held her up for me to see and I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. All 4lbs 5 oz of her seemed perfect to me. They said they were going to take her up to the NICU because of her weight and just check her out and the nurses told me when I went into recovery that no news was good news. 

So when my husband showed up 20 minutes later with a neonatologist I figured it wasn't good. My husband was crying and I was just sure Blythe had passed. But then the doctor said she looked good and was doing really well. And then she stopped and looked at my husband like she was waiting for him to talk but he couldn't so she just said it.

"We believe that Blythe has Down Syndrome." 



I don't remember much else she said after that I just couldn't help feeling complete relief. I had know the whole time that there was something coming and I had all these terrible scenarios in my head. But for some reason when she told me and I finally knew I had so much peace. 

After they left I kept going over things in my life that had prepared me for this day. My desire to work with special needs children. My grief when my mother lost a baby with Downs at 20 weeks due to a severe heart defect. I had always felt like our family missed out on something special.

Of course I also thought about all the things that were going to be harder for her and as her mother my heart began to break that others might not accept her the way she was. That's about the time I heard my mom outside the recovery room door pretty much telling the nurse that she was going to come in there and see her baby and if the nurse wanted to call security then that was fine with her. So then my mother was there and she kissed me and grabbed my hand looked in my eyes and said, "Katie, she's beautiful, she's perfect and we are going to love that little girl more than anything." 



And then I had to wait what seemed like FOREVER for my legs to start working again so I could go see her. When they handed her to me My husband assured me that they weren't certain that she had Downs, but I just smiled and said, "She does, but its okay." 

The next few days at the hospital we were on an emotional roller coaster. It was also hard because I so desperately wanted people to be happy for us. I didn't want them to see her birth as a tragedy. I guess, like all mothers I wanted the world to realize she was special and perfect and amazing just like I did. 



In her short six months of life that little girl has already captured countless hearts! She's determined and delightful, and when she smiles at you she makes sadness an impossibility. 

And as for me, I have my days where I'm overwhelmed by all the therapists and specialists and the responsibility of raising a child with special needs. But mostly, more than all that I am just gratefully, unbelievably thankful that I get to be her momma.

-Katie

Thanks so much for sharing your beautiful story with us, Katie! Blythe is precious! Give her kisses from all of us at Kanga Care! xo

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