Fox's Journey

So if you haven’t seen any of my recent social media posts, we have a new baby here. And boy, was it a long, exhausting past week.

As most know, I was 29 weeks pregnant last week. I went in for my NST (Non-stress test) on Friday, January 24 and they noticed I was having contractions. As I lifted my feet up on the chair, my ankles were swollen like crazy. They looked like marshmallows. I have very small skinny ankles, so that was a new discovery that seemed to have happened just overnight. I also have been dealing with terrible migraines for the past month and had had one at that time too. And, I threw up that morning. The doctor looked at my vitals, and noticed my blood pressure was skyrocketing. 138/94 and then they retook it and it was 149/95. It seemed to only get worse. So he sent me up to the labor and delivery triage. Which is like the OB ER. So, I went up, only for the blood pressure to worsen, and they ended up giving me a blood pressure medicine. But my headache persisted. I also was spilling a ton of protein in my urine. They figured these were all signs and symptoms of preeclampsia with severe features.

Preeclampsia: Is when a pregnant woman has high blood pressure, protein in her urine, and swelling in her legs, feet, and hands. It can range from mild to severe. It usually happens late in pregnancy, though it can come earlier or just after delivery. Preeclampsia can lead to eclampsia, a serious condition that can have health risks for mom and baby and, in rare cases, cause death. Women with preeclampsia who have seizures have eclampsia. The only cure for preeclampsia is to give birth. Even after delivery, symptoms of preeclampsia can last 1 to 6 weeks or more. https://www.webmd.com/baby/preeclampsia-eclampsia#1

This is a really serious condition, and causes a lot of issues for not just baby, but mom. And with Fox having all his health issues, along with him not getting enough nutrients from me, this was concerning. They wound up admitting me, and informing me, I would be there until delivery, and that they most likely wouldn’t deliver me until I was 34 weeks. That would be a whole month in the hospital, just waiting and getting monitored. But, throughout the duration of the weekend, my symptoms only got even worse. They had even given me percocet to help with my contractions, and headache pain, and it did absolutely nothing. I was in so much pain, and by Sunday night, my blood pressure was sky high, once more. Now, this whole experience has been one major blur for me. I had so much testing done, and so many meds pumped into me, that I really can’t remember the majority of my duration there. I had been transferred to so many different rooms, from Special Care, to Labor and Delivery, to wherever else. I had scans done on my head to see if maybe it was a different reason I had these headaches, but all signs pointed to preeclampsia with severe features. All I remember is being woken up around 2 a.m, being told that things were getting worse with my vitals, and the best thing they could do, for my bodys sake, is to deliver me, via emergency c-section. I didn’t take this too well, as I cried, saying this was my fault that baby had to be taken out, because he could have gone a few more weeks in me if it weren’t for my failing body. But, they assured, this would be the best and safest thing to do. I wasn’t able to get the spinal epidural, and I cannot remember the reason why, but because of that, for my c-section I had to be put completely to sleep. Usually with c-sections, the mother is awake, with the father in the room and they just are completely numbed. Well, I had to be completely under, and due to that, waking up is a lot more painful because I wasn’t numbed.

I called Chris, who showed up immediately, and as they rolled me back to the OR room, I cried to one of the nurses, exclaiming how I did not want to die. The last thing I remember is laying in that cold white room, with the shakes, staring up at the nurse and the anesthesiologist, with an oxygen mask over me, and drifting to sleep. What felt like seconds later, I woke ion recovery to my grandma and husband coming in, but the pain was brutal. They had me on morphine, but as we have talked about before, morphine doesn’t work on me. Chris told me how I kept telling them that I needed dilaudid, and that morphine wouldn’t work, and I was crying in agony and pain. after about 30 minutes of me sobbing from the pain of my split open abdomen, they hooked me up to dilaudid and it calmed me down. I was then able to see baby in his incubator for a total of 15 seconds, and they rolled him away from me. I then had to go two days without getting to visit or see him, because of course, my preeclampsia persisted and I had to be hooked up to monitors 24/7. Once I was able to feel somewhat better, they let me go up to NICU where I was able to see my 29 week old, premature baby.

Fox Lyman Podbielniak. Born January 27, 2020 at 29 weeks pregnant. Weighing only 2 pounds and 4 ounces.

Now, the good news is, we found out he doesn’t have any chromosomal issues that were tested for! So that knocks off some concern and worry. He has the hydrocephalus, so his head is enlarged, and the belly issues like the double bubble, so currently he has a tube down his throat which pulls out all his poop and gunk. He has the small heart defects, which we knew, but it seems he has no new issues than what was already told to us, which is great news. He wont be able to get the shunt or belly surgery for a while yet, as he’s just so small and fragile. We aren’t able to hold him because the blood could rush to his head and cause brain bleeding, but we get to hold him up in his incubator thing when they take his weight, which is the best feeling in the world. He has a long way to go, and will be in NICU for quite some time, they said could be 6 weeks, could be 10 weeks, we just never know. So for now, we just go up there everyday, and spend the night on weekends with him. We get to touch him, which helps a lot. He sometimes forgets how to breath, especially when he has his binky in his mouth, but they said that it’s normal for 29 weeks for that to happen, so it’s no major concern. He also has his adducted thumbs which we are now able to see more clearly. The left one is completely inward toward his palm and he can’t move it very well, so as he gets older he will be seeing a physical therapist to work on it, and one already came up to see him which is good.

It’s been hard for me, because the only reason he had to come out now, rather than later, is because of my body. Because I was so sick and it progressed within hours and days. And it just was unhealthy for me. It hurts knowing he could still be in my belly right now. I miss his little kicks and movements. My heart hurts and I can’t help but blame myself for him having to deal with this struggle. I miss him so much and just love him so much. He has really shown me so much about life in just a matter of days. Postpartum is a difficult thing to experience, and I will make a post about that in itself, because it seems we tend to brush off mothers emotions after having a birth. It can be hard to be happy, especially in difficult circumstances like mine. I still can’t fully process the fact that I had him already. That I was only 7 months pregnant and that his due date was April 8, and I had him January 27. It’s just difficult seeing him alone in a little incubator thing in NICU. But I wouldn’t trade him for the world. I wouldn’t trade him for a different healthy baby. He is perfect in every way.

Surgery was terrible. And medical PTSD is really a thing. I experience it because of all my surgeries, and waking up from that C-section was absolutely horrifying. The following days were seriously brutal. It definitely was the most painful aftermath of a surgery, and I needed a wheelchair for a bit. I was constantly in pain. It hurt so much, honestly. I’m still experiencing some pain but I am finally able to walk better and at a faster pace. I never knew how painful c-sections really were, especially without the numbing epidural.

Fox really has a long journey. But I will be updating all of you along the way. He is so strong, and I just know everything will work out. I’m not worried about the preemie situation, but worried about his other major health issues we have yet to overcome, but those will be discussed within time. Right now, it’s about getting him grown and healthy and able to finally come home.

I’ve had 3 greatest days of my life. the first being November 15, 2017, when my first son Caspian was born. He came into this world, being exactly what I had needed at the time. Causing me to grow as a person and showing me that loving someone is possible. He has continued to amaze me and make me astonished for I created something so beautiful and even with our challenges with life, he never ceases to cause me to smile. Being two now, hearing him say “mommy” makes my heart absolutely melt, as it is the best title anyone could have. The second day, was marrying a man on December 27, 2019, who I never thought would be possible to find. A man who has not only accepted and embraced my flaws, but loved them entirely. I not only know that i am lucky to have him, but special. He puts me in front of him always, even when he shouldn’t. And even when all I want to do is fight, because I can get that way, he still just lets me get angry and calm down, and then tells me he loves me. I never deserved him, but I’m glad that I get to have him. And I’m taking advantage of that. He has accepted my son as his own, and loves him endlessly, buying him things randomly and taking care of him whenever I’m not feeling good enough to do so. He has created a bond with a child that is not his by blood, but definitely by soul. Ive never felt so much love for someone, as I never knew it was possible. Marrying this man was the best decision I have ever made, and while we have had our downs, our ups will always overlook them. Family is our main priority, and he is my best friend. Ive never held such a connection with someone before and if soulmates are real, then you definitely are mine. The third day would be the day that our little miracle, baby Fox, was born, January 27, 2020. He has shown me how to become the woman i am becoming. He has given me purpose, when I’ve felt so lost most of my life. This is the hardest most difficult experience of my life, but I know will be rewarding in the end. I am prepared for the downs and ups, as I know they will come. These challenges will be stressful to overcome, but with the support i have from friends and family, I know we can do it. This baby, has really taught me so much about myself, and even though i wont be able to take him home for another 6 to 10 weeks, or longer, i know he is in good hands and will be here every single day, just counting the minutes until you are with us. I miss you in my belly. I’m sad to see how small I’ve already gotten because that was an incredible bond we shared. I miss your long legs pushing off of me early in the morning and feeling your little tint hiccups. I miss the kicks you’d give when id sing loudly to you in the car and i miss watching you grow. Only 29 weeks, we made it. I should have you in me another 10 at least. Until April, but here we are. I can now see how perfect you are, as you look exactly like your daddy with his curly black hair and long limbs. I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are so special and have created this light in my world that I never saw before. We love you so much and i just feel even with all your health issues down the road, everything will be perfect. I have no regrets, and will work with you every step of the way. We love you Fox. We love you Caspian. And I love you, Chris.

Hydro- what?

Well, hello everyone. I seem to be back. For who knows how long this time since I’ve practically been MIA for god knows how long. I know, I know. I suck at keeping the people informed, so maybe politics would be a suitable career option. Well, to keep on track, I guess I could start by informing you all that I have had my ileostomy bag removed this previous April 2019. Making it a total of 4 months with the poop bag. It was a hell of a time, but we just had to part ways. A difference in feelings, I suppose. Since then, I’ve gotten engaged, and am also roughly 23 weeks pregnant. Sadly, my knowledge of health issues and medical terms have seemed to have grown since we last spoke.

HYDROCEPHALUS: a condition in which fluid accumulates in the brain, typically in young children, enlarging the head and sometimes causing brain damage.

In November 2019, when I was 21 weeks pregnant, I went for my midterm pregnancy ultrasound screen. Which is basically where you lay for an hour on the ultrasound bed and they scan your belly to see if there is anything not growing properly. I hadn’t thought anything of it, due to the fact that I have a healthy two year old son at home and despite my Crohn’s, I’ve had no issues. My family, has had no issues either, besides a lot of cancer. Afterwords, I was told to wait in my Doctors office. Which let me tell you, my OB is absolutely outstanding. He gave both my fiance and I his personal phone number in case we need to reach him, he’s contacted better GI doctors for me and already has a prescription on order for me for after I give birth to help with my depression. He’s great. Well he comes in, and basically throws all these medical things at me that he admits he doesn’t fully understand either, and tells me that the baby seems to have excess fluid in his brain, called hydrocephalus. Hydrocephalus is common in downs syndrome babies, but also can just be by itself. It basically is just too much fluid, causing it all to be very squished in his head. Because of this, when he is born, he will need a shunt placed in his brain, to his stomach, to drain the fluid. The shunt will be there his whole life. The surgery though, could take place up to 6 months after he is delivered.

DOUBLE BUBBLE (Duodenal Atresia): When part of the bowel fails to develop normally in the fetus, a blockage of the duodenum can occur, otherwise known as an atresia or bowel obstruction. http://childrens.memorialhermann.org/services/duodenal-atresia/

Now, after this appointment, he sent me to a high risk OB – or MFM, if you will. There, they did yet another hour long ultrasound where not only was the hydrocephalus found, but along with some other concerns. The first being, what is called a Double Bubble. I still am having trouble understanding what exactly a double bubble seems to be. But from what I gather it’s just a problem with the bowels. What they had said is that if the baby is not able to poop, or is vomiting more than he should after being born, they will need to go in, do a surgery where they remove a part of his intestines and yep, you guessed it, place a temporary ileostomy bag. Ironic, I know. Between 1 in 1,000 and 1 and 5,000 babies have this issue when born. Another thing noted was that this is yet another problem which occurs with downs babies.

They also noticed that his heart had a defect. In January 2020, I will be seeing a fetal cardiologist who will do a 2-3 hour ultrasound to listen and observe his heart function. The defect, is a mystery, as they were not able to confirm what it was. But guess what? Another issue down’s babies seem to have. He also seemed to have some minor issues which can be fixed when he’s born, but one thing they could absolutely confirm, none of these things are from my Crohn’s, my food poisoning I had a week prior, or anything I could have done to possibly impact it. It’s all just because the wrong sperm went to the wrong egg. Yay reproduction! I am working with a genetics councelor who will provide as much information and support as she can. I took a genetics test from my bloodwork, which would basically tell us if it is Downs Syndrome, which we all expected. Well, recently I received the results, and they came back negative. So now, we are more at a loss because he most likely has another genetic disorder. So everything is sort of thrown off.

The doctors gave me an option of terminating the pregnancy, but I really can’t. I’ve already formed this connection with my baby, that I can’t see that as an option. I would rather quit my school and raise a dissabled/special needs baby, than lose him. A sick baby is better than no baby, to me. Because I have the ability to make that choice. Not every woman does, and that’s absolutely okay. I already know my whole life and world is going to be turned upside down. They already told me he will be in NICU after being born. There is a chance of C-Section and also a chance of stillborn/miscarriage. Which I am TERRIFIED of. I love this baby already, with or without all these problems. Good thing is, I know how to change a poop bag, and a diaper. G Ostomate Mommas!

Also, side note, we’ve decided to name the baby Fox. Yes, it’s a little out there, but I mean come on. My name is literally Mara Jade and my son’s name is Caspian. I think we all already know I’m a little out there. And plus I’m a huge X-Files fan. Fox Mulder, duh.

Look, it was a whole lot of information I had to take in during my six hour MFM appointment, so I apologize for not recalling it all. I know there were some other concerns, but they weren’t as serious and had solutions. These were the three that stood out. I don’t know how many of you have seen Deadpool, but remember the scene where Wade finds out he has cancer and is staring at Vanessa as the doctors talking to him, but he doesn’t hear anything except his thoughts of her? Yeah, that was literally me. Relatable for sure. It’s weird when you are diagnosed with a disease you’ve never heard of (i.e. Crohn’s) It’s weirder when you’re unborn child is diagnosed with a multitude of things you’ve never heard of.

Well that’s all the information I have for now, but stay tuned for updates on baby Fox and whatever else I decide to post here.