the strength from above

This post will be about something very personal yet very common, something that any parent can relate to. I hope that what I share will be encouraging for parents in their moments of anxiety and stress which no parent is free from. This is not a "key to success" moral advise, I can't give you any formula or even direction since every journey is so different and I am still learning myself big time. There is no cookie-cutter answer but I feel that what I have experienced is so life changing and it could bring hope, encouragement and strength to others.

I am seeing it more and more that so many things that happened to me, sometimes very small coincidental things, were as a fortune, as God's providence to lead to other important events which were all pieces of one important puzzle called life-giving miracle: baby. And now I am absolutely convinced that every baby is a big miracle. Life is tough and I am often aware and I grieve of those babies that didn't make it and I pray for their parents that their journey still brings them hope in the midst of despair, I pray that tomorrow there will be a day of joy and all wounds will be healed and that their little ones will meet them in heaven one day...

For all of you moms and dads - if you ever feel like you are failing, exhausted, lost, confused, but you find a tiny mustard seed of faith and strength in your heart to reflect back on how your baby came to be, how strong your little one is, how much strength and endurance you had all the way, I pray that this reflection always lifts you up and flushes you with a wave of extraordinary and supernatural strength and wisdom, that it brings back the innate you. Your heart always has all the answers and stripping away fear, anxiety will always reveal what your heart has to say. God speaks to the pure in heart and God always will show you the way even if the way means a narrow path or even a narrow rope that you have to walk on with faith.

This is a small story about how small coincidental things led to my OB-GENs catching things just in time... if something was a day later... they could have missed it... All these pieces of the puzzle had to come together for a perfect outcome.

It is very strange that about a year before I got pregnant my partner's brother and his wife invited us to Sunnybrook hospital to attend a seminar for future parents hosted by Sunnybrook Obstetrics Family Practice team. Yes, Sunnybrook hospital where I later had Ivanna. And this is when I met Ivanna's first rescuer: my OB. My OB played a huge role in catching things just in time... At that time I wasn't even thinking about where I will deliver, which OB I will chose but I decided that Dr. D (for privacy reasons I won't share her name in public) would be a perfect possible future OB for me.

It is also very interesting that so many times I was thinking that I need to switch to a hospital closer to home since we moved about 40 minutes from Sunnybrook after I already started appointment with Dr. D but something always stopped me, it just wasn't working out for me to find another OB...

When I was 18 weeks pregnant my anatomy ultrasound revealed that the baby is a week behind in weight. It was an unclear ultrasound since the baby was moving a lot and technician recommended a repeat one in a few days. He couldn't even determine the gender that day. My OB was very smart, or maybe she had some kind of inner feeling and she decided to refer me to a high-risk OB right away - Dr. N, a second rescuer of Ivanna.

This 18 weeks appointment was very nerve-racking since my OB also suspected serious genetic issues (Downsyndrome, and other complex issues) since ultrasound had a picture of webbed feet, and liquid in gut and heart. She even said that it is good to get genetic testing done since it is not late for abortion yet. I told her that she knows I won't terminate even if there is a genetic problem and her words were "well, but what if the problem is not compatible with life, then what's the point". I didn't even pay attention to these words, I knew that my baby will be fine, but Andrey remembered them and was very upset the whole way back home in the car and these words got stuck in his head.  Indeed the genetic screening came back normal.

However, a repeat ultrasound three days later showed that my placenta has not formed properly. I met with Dr. N and he said that there is no webbed feet or liquid in lungs and heart, in that sense baby-girl is fine. But baby is getting almost two weeks behind in weight and I have a rare placenta abnormality called velamentous cord insertion and this means I am going to have a small baby and possibly a premature baby. The blood flow to placenta was still normal and Dr. N said he does not know how long my baby will last in the womb but as long as blood flow to placenta is normal, then I will be ok, it's just that the baby will definitely be born small.

On March 7 at 23 weeks I saw him for a third appointment and everything was fine, he said that placenta is still receiving adequate blood flow and this means no concerns so far.

On March 8 I was supposed to see my regular OB, Dr D. and I thought to myself whether there is even a point to see her since I just saw my high-risk OB a day ago and he said that everything is fine and technically I was already switched to his care. I called her office and the nurse asker whether the appointment is needed. She said that not really but I should come just in case. I like her a lot so I though she probably wants just to chat with me and about the same things, check blood pressure, so I decided - why not. There was no ultrasound or other tests at this appointment.

The morning of March 8 I wasn't feeling well, was just feeling tired and I debated to just stay home and skip the appointment since in the evening I had a very important seminar where I was supposed to present.

But last minute I decided to go, don't know why I decided that... I just showed up... we checked my blood pressure and it was 120/85. Not so bad, right. But doctor said that she doesn't like that my diastolic number 85. She checked a medium of 8 blood pressure measurements and my diastolic was  90. Again, this is not critical, it is considered an elevated pressure. She told me to call my previous family doctor and ask what my blood pressure was before pregnancy. I found out that it was 110/70.

I read that elevation by about 20 points in diastolic could be a sign of an oncoming preeclampsia... could be not. Dr. D wasn't sure what to do but she called my high-risk Ob Dr. N right away and thank God he was available and in the hospital that day and he told me to go to triage for further assessment just in case. I had a planned FIRST paid seminar where I was supposed to present that evening, people paid to come to it and I had to cancel in order to go to triage... that was frustrating. And the reason for admission to triage did not even seem serious. I was thinking maybe I should just come back to the hospital the next day... But again something told me to skip the seminar and go to triage that evening.

Triage doctor called my high-risk OB Dr. N who was still in the hospital after 6 pm! Triage doctor wasn't going to admit me to the hospital despite the fact that my urine protein was just slightly elevated (blood pressure seemed to be better while I was in triage), but he decided to see what my high-risk OB thinks, Dr. N was part of the triage team so he cared enough about me... and decided to admit me just in case for 24 hours to monitor my urine protein levels for 24 hours just in case. It came back negative in 24 hours which meant that I was fine and I did not have preeclampsia... but...
this is when we caught something else...

The next morning after I was admitted (before we knew the urine test results) to Sunnybrook high-risk unit we did an ultrasound and this is when my high-risk OB walked in with bad news... He told me that blood flow to placenta is almost non-existent (two days ago it was normal!), diastolic blood flow to placenta is absent fully... This means my baby is at high risk of dying any time and I have to give birth if I want her to be saved. They said that 23 weeks pregnancies are now considered viable and they can try to save the baby when she is born and that they will bring NICU team to talk to me.

BUT NICU team did not come talk to me. Instead Dr. N came back that evening and told me that NICU refused me for delivery. They said that babies last measured birth weight is 330 g and this is a weight of a 20-21 weeker and that such a baby will not survive.

I wrote a long post in March on my blog about the rest of the story, but long story short they agreed to keep me in hospital for another week because I refused abortion and my blood pressure was not normal (it was just a little bit not normal... they could have sent me home... but they decided to be extra cautious... what if blood pressure gets higher or liver enzymes get elevated, then I will become critical).

That week was hell, I was in the hospital because of me, and my baby was a lost case. They were telling me that I should terminate, 330g baby won't survive, but once they saw that i'm crazy stubborn and I believe in miracles, they promised to check the baby's weight at 24 weeks, what if...

AND Ivanna tricked them! she cheated her way into coming out! ultrasound calculation should that she gained about 100 g in two weeks but this calculation was wrong. She only gained about 40 g (390g was a generous calculation, my OB and nurse later told me that this was with plastic wrap and her actual weight was 370ish). Because the doctors now thought that she somehow is about 430 g and it is getting close to their cut off of 500 g and I am so stubborn, after bringing about 10 more doctors to talk me out of delivery and scare me, they decided to give us a shot. Since Ivanna was doing so well, her heart rate was amazing, etc, despite the absent diastolic flow to placenta, they were giving me one day at a time. After 6 more days, absent flow changed to reverse (which means she could have had hours left..), they brought me for a C-section. And she was born crying, breathing, they could not believe!

Dr. A who is one of my biggest heroes forever was a main NICU doctor and she did come to try to talk me out of delivery but at the end of the conversation she understood that it's pointless and I understand and am ok with all risks.

So...

I found out recently from her that she could have easily dismissed Ivanna with a weight below 400 g... After the NICU team weighed Ivanna the team looked at Dr. A since they were sort startled with how low her weight is realizing that they usually dismiss this kind of small babies... But at the same time Ivanna is breathing, crying, moving... Dr. A told the team to just hook her up to the oxygen mask and put the IV lines into her umbilical line. And the team was like "What? are you crazy?". Dr. A kept telling me that everyone thought she was crazy for giving Ivanna a chance and no one had an idea who much Ivanna will surprise everyone.

So the point of my story is: it took a lot of guts and a lot of coincidental (or God provisions). Where did I get the guts from? My answer is: I don't know! it's a mystery. Mother's instinct... Dream from above (I had a dream that she will be fine...) God's providence.

All I know is Ivanna is an angel that saved me, brought me back to my spirituality. For awhile I was chilling in the rocky hills instead of eating the grass from the green pastures. I was that stubborn sheep. But God is a loving God, He loves His children even more than I love Ivanna... This really perplexes me, when I stare at how beautiful Ivanna is, I often cry and thank God for her, and I feel this immense love that almost breaks my chest apart, it is an indescribable ecstatic love that turns me upside down... and yet God's love is bigger than this love? I can't comprehend it, I am simply amazed and perplexed beyond words. How can God be sooo gracious that he allowed me to experience this love... And I know that His love can be known in times of joy and in times of pain. I had both.

When Ivanna was in my womb, God began His process of resurrecting me, bringing me back to His pastures. He is a shepherd that laid down His life for His sheep. His sheep are not his slaves, but His dear friends and dear children whom He loves so much that He sacrificed Himself for them.

This incomprehensible love came down on me that week when I was balling my eyes out because Ivanna was a lost case according to the doctors. I could not accept this fact, she was already my beautiful daughter whom I loved so much, for whom I already picked a name a long time ago, to whom I was signing, telling her how amazing she is and how excited I was so meet her soon, and all of a sudden to them she is only a fetus, not a baby. This was not a reality I was ready to accept.

Her being born and not making it, or her being born and having severe disabilities - that I was ready to accept. Any full term baby could later present a disability, so what? It's what God gives you, everything is for a reason. But not having her was not an option at all. I had to convince the doctors, I even threatened them that I will switch the hospitals, I even got ahold of top doctors in Russia and Israel and sent them my Dopler flow to placenta numbers and they all told me to forget about this pregnancy...

For a week I was struggling so much... Migraines, non-stop crying. My parents didn't give up though. They said they will pray for a miracle. Slowly more and more people said that they will pray for a miracle. And then I saw a dream, that Ivanna was a healthy baby, I saw her so vividly, she stuck out from my womb, my skin was still coving her, she was still inside of me, but it was as though her whole body covered by my skin was very clearly visible, I could see all of her features and I told Andrey, "Look, she looks perfect, she is just small"...

This was three days before they determined her weight to be 430 g and allowed me to deliver. So for three more days I cried so much, I was telling God "Are you just torturing me with this dream...". This dream made me feel so much closer to her, it made her even so much more real to me... in the midst of doctors who were looking at me as though I was crazy and continued to talk me out of delivery.

My spiritual mother though said that this dream is prophetic, that my baby will be just like in the dream.

A few days ago I was holding her and Ivanna's doctor from the Boost team (A team of two doctors who work closely with us to prepare us for discharge) came to see me breastfeed her and said something like "who would have seen it... that she would be so perfect and healthy while still so small"... And I said "I saw it... I had a dream about this exact moment"... At that moment the dream became to vivid and I realised that it came true, Ivanna was as perfect as in my dream.

The day when the delivery was permitted, I was overcome with this incomprehensible peace... My migraines stopped, I started to sleep well and I had zero fear. It's as though God has supernaturally lifted all fear from me. He showed me that me and Ivanna are in His arms and that He will carry us through the NICU experience without any crashing waves. And this came true. Our NICU experience had its ups and downs, had its scary moments, but overall it was incredibly smooth. Even Ivanna's PDA closed on its own and she did not need heart surgery.

I remember watching videos of micro-preemies and the amount of interventions, infections, surgeries these babies usually have to go through and I was wondering how scary it must be and I couldn't imagine how it is for the parents, it must have been too tough... and we had no interventions. Everything went as smooth as it could ever be, and doctors still can't believe that such a small baby, "lost case" baby turned out so perfect and cute and absolutely beautiful. Everything Ivanna went through was just gestational-age appropriate things that all preemies go through and she did not have any complications at all...

Since day one of my pregnancy I was always speaking positive things out loud to my baby. I was telling the baby how I love him or her, how amazing and beautiful he/she is. Yet I had issues with bleeding all the time and in on of the March posts I talked about it more. Since day one doctors were telling me that with this amount of bleeding I could miscarry or placenta might have issues. I didn't miscarry but placenta turned out abnormal.

A few of the early ultrasounds showed that Ivanna possibly had a twin that miscarried in the first trimester and that's why I had bleeding. It is not 100% certain but a few doctors said that it's very possible and if that happened then this miscarriage bleeding was the cause of placenta not forming properly...

Once I was in the hospital I started playing youtube videos of spiritual music, prayers, healing prayers to Ivanna all the time. It helped me relax and believe and it definitely impacted her. She was always surrounded with a lot of cuddles, kangarooing, holding her, signing, praying, saying positive words. There is power in that! no matter what your baby is going through, speak life, health, beauty. Ivanna knew from day one that she is fearfully and wonderfully made, she is the apple of God's eye, she is mommy's and daddy's princess. I thanked God out loud for knitting her together perfectly, for making all of her organs systems work well, for closing her PDA and helping her breath, for helping digest and poop, etc. I didn't even ask God, I just thanked Him in faith. You don't need to ask God, of course He is mighty enough to create a healthy baby, you just need to thank Him for it in faith.

I grew up surrounded by this kind of faith that saved my little sister and saved my family from a lot of trouble. And for some time I lost it. But God sent an angel to bring me back to me and to bless me immensely with a wonderful gorgeous daughter.

And for the longest time I wanted to get involved in a fundraising project for the babies/children in developing countries (I did a lot of this in university) and now I am on a committee of an amazing project which will save preterm babies in Zimbabwe... So excited about it! It was another divine connections that happened at the hospital...

This post has a lot in it, my main message is that every child is a miracle and parents have a lot of power to bring joy to their children and to change any negative "prognosis". I hope that my message brings encouragement for every mother to fight and believe and be strong in the midst of the storms..

This was a long post and these are a few photos of Ivanna on a cover of a SunnyBrook Research Institute Magazine. My baby is probably the smallest and youngest cover girl in the world :P








Ivanna is about 2-3 weeks old and 500g is in this photo right below..

two months after NICU

Ivanna is 6 months old today (two months since my due date, hense developmentally two months).

It's been eight weeks since we were discharged from NICU. Today she weighs 3.5 kg and at the day of discharged (July 27) she weighed 2.4 kg.

Last week my mom arrived and I finally have a little more time on my hands. Juggling work (a little bit every day from home), taking care of a baby and trying to sleep was not easy!

Ivanna is doing amazing! she is such a joy! She smiles to much, she talks and she is extremely uber cure.

We have different nights, some where she can sleep 4 hours, eat, and then go back to sleep for 2-3 more hours. And some nights are gassy and sleepless...

We go for walks every day. Ivanna loved to be carried in a wrap... So far we have been at a neighbours birthday party, at a mall (during non-crowded time), at many stores (baby stores, etc) and we have been to a bunch of appointments (two eye exams, two surgery consultations, two NICU follow up appointments and one pediatrician appointment). Quite a bit in two months, but she handles these things well!All the appointments confirm that she is fully fine and developmentally is a right place! She is growing well two, gaining more than a kilo in a month.

Next Monday September the 24th Ivanna will have a laproscopic hernia surgery. I am nervous but doctors keep saying that it is such a common and minor procedures and that I shouldn't worry. This surgery is such a minor thing comparing to the risks that Ivanna faced and overcame in NICU yet it is the most invasive procedure for her. She should be discharged the same day or possible the next morning.

These are a few photos from the photosession courtesy of SATIN Photography, thank you for this generous gift!

My due date, Ivanna's "corrected age" birthday

This post was written on July 4 which was my due date but i didn't have time to post it until now!

July 4 is the day Ivanna was supposed to be born. And this is one of the most bitter sweet days that we've had so far.

We went on a stroller ride outside the hospital, she got a crib instead of an incubator finally and all the NICU nurses, doctors, high-risk nurses, my OB team and all the NICU moms got a cake (Russian Napoleon).

I found out that the main doctor made a decision to keep Ivanna alive... Mostly because Ivanna was crying when she was born which meant that her lungs were strong. Also the scale kept showing error and noone is really sure what her weight was, it was possibly too small for the scale... 390 g number was something the doctor had to settle on and it included a few things, not a naked baby weight (plastic wrap, a hat). Such a small baby is usually a dismissal as a non viable but because Ivanna was "scwacking" and seemed very lively when RTs and the nurses asked what to do, she told them to put the IV lines into her belly button and out her on CPAP (two standards procudures for preemies). So she could have easily done nothing and dismissed her as a non-viable baby. I'm so thankful for this doctor, she is my hero forever. Now she is so proud of Ivanna, same as all the other doctors are nurses, they all consider her an extremely exceptional baby.

Today I was surrounded with so much love and support from the doctors and nurses, they are our little family...

One of the doctors helped me fight for getting permission for her to get outside, I can't disclose the details since something very rare infectious was happened in our pod which was the reason why I wasn't allowed to take Ivanna outside the room. However, it was resolved and so the ruled didn't make sense to anyone... Ivanna's main Boost Team doctor went out of her way in trying to talk to infection control a few times (and it also took a nice email from me) and finally we got the permission! It made me feel so amazing to have her outside in the sun, I was almost balling my eyes out from happiness...

This was the morning. In the afternoon Ivanna had an eye procedure, it wasn't an easy thing to watch. But I'm so thankful for the recent medical advances. Ivanna had a stage 3 ROP in both of her eyes and even when she was born I was warned that most likely this will happen since almost all tiniest babies get an excess blood vessels growth on the retina which if not treated can lead to retinal detachment. There was only 20% that Ivanna's stage 3 retinopathy of premature won't go away on its and will cause issues. So there was 80% that she would be fine. But these 20% would be devastating and could mean an eye surgery or even loss of vision. Since the treatment that she received today was just a needle in the eye, no risks, it was totally worth it. Its a very common procedure, last not even five minutes and half an hour later Ivanna was totally comfy as though nothing  happened. Four years ago this treatment was not available at Sunnybrook and all babies had to go to Sick Kids hospital for a laser eye surgery. As hard as it was, I am extremely grateful that this medication can take of ROP. Stevie Wonder wouldn't have been blind if this existed back in the day. He was left blind because of ROP since he was born early too.

We will be in NICU for another few weeks, I'm expecting about 2 weeks or so. Partially due to ROP but mostly due to Ivanna needing to gain more strength to be able to fully breastfeed on her own. She does it partially now and she sleeps a lot which is great since it helps her gain weight. She is already 2066g! Yesterday she was 2018g haha. Going outside in a stroller and seeing people's reaction about how tiny she is made me not "in a rush" to get home. The more time she spends here and grows, the better. Once she fully breastfeed she might not be growing as well since a lot of energy will be exerted for eating. Now she gets a lot of feeds of my milk through the feeding tube, so this helps her grow faster.

Waking up from a long dream...

This blog was written some time during the NICU journey at the end of June but I never had time to finish it and publish it until now.



Today I was hit with an overwhelming emotion. I was hit with a realization of what has actually happened during the last three months.

When you live in the moment of an accepted terrifying challenge, everything becomes normal, usual. As time passes and you look back at the photos of things that your brain has already almost erased from the memory, all of a sudden a wave of forgotten reality hits you and you start weeping. Was that really happening? It can't be. It doesn't look possible. It's too much, beyond me. I couldn't have gone through this sane. How did I do this?

March 20 seems like a day out of a movie.

That day when Dr Stefania told me that if I want to give my baby the best chance of survival then today is the day for her to be born - that day I made a decision. A decision to be by her side, cry, pray, not sleep, for what they told me then would be half a year or even longer hospital stay.

Ivanna is a very small baby now, she is almost of the age of a term baby but she is twice smaller than a regular newborn. She does have chubby cheeks and fatty folds on her legs, she is super cute and her face is always so content and happy, except for when she is too gassy. 

But two-three months ago... Those photos are shocking. I can see the same facial features, it's so recognisable to me that this is my daughter but what is not recognisable is how skinny, tiny she was and how worn out her face was by the breathing equipment. She was a fragile baby who was facing the risks of so many complications, problems, diseases... But I don't ever remember thinking of her this way back then.

Back then when I was in that moment things seemed normal, it never crossed my mind that she is some sort of a malnourished baby at risk, it just seemed like it is my very strong daughter who is slowly gaining weight and slowly being weaned off the crazy uncomfortable breathing machines and soon she will be breathing on her own and breastfeeding by herself instead of receiving my milk through a feeding tube.

Three months seem like a whole life lived.

I wrote all of the above paragraphs yesterday. Today when I woke up I realized something switched in my brain yesterday. Today was the first day I dreamed at night. I've had dream free sleeps for the past three months... Both of the dreams I saw this night were about Ivanna in the future and they were quite vivid.

Now it seems as though my brain just woke up yesterday from a long dream. If I didn't have the photos and if I wasn't writing down things in this blog I would probably remember things the same way you remember dreams. I don't remember the emotions I felt near Ivanna in her first few months of her life. It is as though I was acting on an autopilot the whole time. It is as though certain parts of my brain were shut down and my brain was acting as though it was submerdged in a dream.

Now that I'm awake I can't stop crying. Too many emotions are hitting me all at once.

What a week!

This week we had a lot of mixed emotions, just like any week but one scary thing happened... And a few big victories, big awesome news came our way.

Saturday morning Ivanna woke up with a big blister under her right nostril and on Sunday a similar smaller irritation was on her left one. This meant I can't feed her... They had to place the feeding tube into the mouth instead of the nose and with a feeding tube in the mouth she wouldn't be able to properly breastfeed. This was sad but the good news doctors thought it was a small irritation which will go away in a few days and we decided to take out the tube once a day to let her breastfeed at least once a day.

On Wednesday evening it got worse on the left nostril even though the right one was almost healed and Ivanna was immediately put on IV antibiotics as a precaution. Also the swab came back with the results that it is a staph bacteria but as the doctor explained to me this was a common type of bacteria which can be found on anyone's skin but if it gets into open wound it can cause blisters, exactly what Ivanna had. However, since we were still waiting for a detailed analysis of the type of staph bacteria and since some of these types of bacterias could be very dangerous if they enter the eblood stream - they started IV antibiotics. This was really scary since blood infection for small babies... Are too dangerous. But doctors reassured me that they are almost sure that it is a small local infection which will be done soon. So far today her skin is almost completely clear, she should be off IV soon and we will start proper feeding.

I'm so excited for the feeding! On Wednesday we tried bottle feeding (my fresh milk) and she took 5 ml! On Thursday because of the new IV they didn't let me feed and on Friday she took 15 ml!!! I was so happy! Her full feeds is 19 mls so she almost took a whole feed from the bottle! She takes less from the breast since it's much harder work but we will be working on both bottle feeding and breastfeeding once the tube is out.

We will be sent home on bottle and breastfeeding because we will need to add extra fats and proteins to my milk, that's why we can't avoid bottle feeding and I wouldn't want to do exclusive breastfeeding anyways. Now home seems so close..

also she is 1534g!

And yesterday she finally had a heart echo which kept being postponed a few times and we found out that her PDA IS CLOSED!!!! I was happy beyond words. We all had a big suspicion that it was closed or almost closed since the Tylenol treatment she got over a month ago since her heart murmur became very soft instead of loud (plus she is  breathing on her own which means PDA didn't cause any symptoms anymore) but there was still a small chance that if it is not fully closed then she would need a heart surgery when she is older. But it's a full victory! And she doesn't even have pulmonary hypertension which PDAs can leave as a consequence of all that extra work and pressure on the baby's heart and lungs. Yes, I was beyond happy. She is such a miracle! Born so tiny with a humongous list of risks of health complications and the only thing she has now is a hernia. And that's it. Her rooting / feeding reflexes, alertness, everything is so excellent. She is beyond cute when she is awake and looking around with her big eyes wide open, listening to my voice... Just WOW. God is sooo good.

Ivanna is off the acute care! And off oxygen

Yesterday Ivanna's main doctor came to tell me that she is ready to be completely off the oxygen and she is officially off the acute care and on to the Boost team.

This means there will be no more daily doctor rounds since she doesn't need it and the Boost team is a team of a few doctors who will work closely with me to help me reach full feeds through breastfeeding and bottlefeeding and prepare me for going home, teach me everything I need to know.

It's been more than 24 hours for Ivanna without the oxygen and she did amazing!

Also on Sunday she got her first full bath! She loved it, didn't even cry.

She is turning 35 weeks gestation tomorrow and today she is 10 weeks old. She was born 16 weeks early and doctor said that we have about 6 more weeks in NICU, this means they think we can go home on time for my due date and this would be so amazing. The two major milestones that we have left is get rid of the G-tube and pass the car seat test!

When her main doctor was announcing during the rounds about the end of acute care, her words stuck in my head "on to boost steam at 34 weeks, 390 g baby, who knew..." And both of her primary nurses keep repeating that she is very special, they never see even bigger babies than her doing so well...

Her breast training is going really well, she is eager to take the breast and this is really good! She is slowly taking more and more drops of milk. Next week they will allow me to breastfeed on a half empty breast instead of an empty breast like right now and they will start measuring how many mls she actually took in (by weighing her).

Taking full feeds will take some time, because she is so tiny and breastfeeding takes a lot of energy which she has to preserve for growing, so we have to take it slow since she also has to gain up to 1800-2000 in order for us to be able to go home. And usually this NICU tries to get babies to fully breastfeed not earlier than 37 weeks, and they say that for her weight she is way ahead of herself with how well she does.

I can't get enough of her cuteness, I just stare at her all day as she is cuddling in my hands..

First breast feeding attempts! (Post from yesterday)

Today is a big day, Ivanna tried milk straight from my breast!!! She is 34 weeks and 2 days today.

NICU term for this is called "lick and sniff", this is the first step in breastfeeding. Preemies usually don't start taking full feeds from the breast until they are close to being full-term since breastfeeding (sucks-swallow-breath reflex) takes a lot of energy from a small baby. Starting 34 weeks they start developing this reflex and they slowly feed more and more from the breast. Whatever they don't take from the breast gets supplemented through the G-tube (same as they where getting milk from g-tube from birth) and eventually bottle can also be introduced.

Ivanna did amazing! She latched on right away and totally went for licking and sniffing and then fell asleep after having a few drops of milk. It was a success! Our primary nurse said that she has never seen a small baby allowed to start this at 34, usually doctors allow it around 36-37 weeks when the baby is very small. But Ivanna is so advanced and so they told me I can start!

As for me, it was the most incredible feeling ever... I can't even describe it, and I totally cried a bit because I was so happy  seeing her latch on.. Now she looks just like a normal newborn, just tiny in size. And she acts just like a new born and I can handle her just like you would handle a full-term baby. No more pressure from the oxygen and other inconveniences... She rest of our NICU journey will be about feeding and growing, all the other milestones are pretty much done. The amount of oxygen she gets from low-flow is close to nothing so she will be off of it any day as doctors say.

She had her immunizations on Tuesday, the one that all two months babies get. After the immunizations she spiked a small fever and started to spell so she had to go back in high flow for 48 hours and that's normal with immunizations.

And on Thursday she had a second eye exam. Second eye exam showed that she has Stage 2 Zone 2 ROP but this not an ROP that needs treatment. It might still resolve on its own or she could need medication for it in the future. But it means that her eye exam will happen once a week at this point instead of once every two weeks.