I left off with Spencer in the NICU at Fudan Children’s Hospital. I wasn’t able to transport with Spencer to the NICU as I was suffering my own birthing trauma. So Peter was the one to ride along with the Shanghai ambulance. In the 4 years we have been here this ranks up pretty high on Peter’s awesome list. Unlike the ambulance services in Canada, the traffic does not pull over for you. It is also a small little van that is empty on the inside except for the equipment. It is often said that you are better off taking a taxi to the hospital than a Shanghai ambulance. So off to Fudan Spencer went.
During his 9 days there he was subjected to a range of tests and specialists. It was an odd walk into the hospital (we paid for the VIP service). We had to walk past this waiting room that was full of concerned parents and grandparents, we had to use a special key card-which prompted some looks–and then we had to suit up. I don’t know what the ICU wards are like back home (thank goodness we’ve never had to enter one until now) but the ‘blue smock’ we had to wear was the same one that many people wore. It wasn’t very sanitary. We had to walk past two rooms of about 15 newborns in each room until we came to Spencer’s room. It was heartbreaking to see all these babies hooked up to various machines for various reasons. You never know how much can go wrong with a baby.
I knew that Spencer had experienced a lot of trauma. His body told me so on the outside. He was swollen and bruised on his chest. I was in an emotional state because of his injury and trauma. The last thing I want to hear from any of the nurses or doctors is to tell me ‘not to worry’ or ‘no need to cry’ because he’ll be okay. They needed to let me have my breakdown. I also don’t want to be told that my baby is fat. Yes he was born 4.65kg (10.25lbs) but that still doesn’t mean that he’s ‘fat’. Peter and I were always told that Spencer was fat. It didn’t make me feel any better about the situation.
We were the only parents in the NICU visiting their child (really the only one paying to have the ‘right’ to be with our child). Peter and I must have looked like some foolish people. We would go to the hospital to visit Spencer at 2:00pm and stay until about 7 or 8pm. We would sit for 5 hours just staring into his incubator, talking to him, touching him and talking to each other.
At first he looked like he had gone through quite a battlefield, but with every visit he improved. The swelling went down, his breathing returned to normal, his glucose levels subsided to normal and he started to become aware of his surroundings. When we first started going all he did was sleep–he only woke up to feed–and only because he was being awakened for the feedings. I started to produce milk about 4 to 5 days after the birth but until then they were feeding him formula. This was against my wishes as I had planned to give him the most important feed of his life-the colostrum which is produced before breast milk to give babies a one up on life. Unfortunately, this was not to happen. Instead, our son had to endure Nestle milk formula until I started to produce milk. For those of you who do not know about the Nestle milk formula scandal in some African nations I suggest you get yourself informed. I was able to bring in the breast milk once it started coming down and I was able to feed Spencer when I was at the hospital. Unfortunately, because he was no allowed out of his cage aka incubator I had to rely on bottle feeding–fortunately, it was my breast milk after a few days.
Everyday there was improvement with Spencer, but everyday there were new battles with the nurses and doctors to get him home. Test upon test showed some abnormalities in one form or another. First there was the glucose levels. They were elevated-again we were told because our baby was fat he had high glucose levels. Then his breathing was rapid and abnormal, so assisted breathing was required. Then there were the heart functions, valves were not closed properly so they had to give him heart medication to help close the valves.
While some of the children sat around in their incubators with the only interactions from the nurses and doctors, Spencer received a lot of one on one attention from us. I truly believe with all my heart that because we were there talking and touching him that improvements were made everyday in his battles. I knew that if we could just get him home that the real magic and real improvement would take place. I really needed to have Spencer home for both our healing progress. So after much debate and argument with doctors and nurses we were able to bring Spencer home from the hospital. The real healing would begin.