One year ago today I gave birth to
the most beautiful, perfect little boy, Robert James Smith.
After Robby was born I struggled
with all of the “what ifs”, but the time when the "what ifs" were
the worst was when we were in the NICU with Ellie.
When
I was pregnant with Ellie I
knew that I could not and would not go to the same hospital that I had
Robby at. I researched
the local hospitals and found that Wesley Medical Center by far had the
best NICU.
The way Wesley's NICU is set up, everything is very open so you hear
and
see most everything going on. Nearly every single day of Ellie’s NICU
stay we
heard at least one story about a 23 weeker ( most of the time boys) who
they
(the doctors and staff at Wesley) were able to save. The people who
told
us these stories most of the time had no idea that just 8 months prior I
had
given birth to a 23 weeker who did not make it. I know they thought that
they
were giving us stories of hope since Ellie was a 26 weeker. One doctor
told me
that 16 years ago in the exact same spot that Ellie was in (Team 1, Bed
8) , a
23 week boy’s isolette had been and now he is a happy, healthy young
man who had very recently been back to visit the doctors in the NICU.
Stories like those were hard for me
to swallow, and inevitably these stories pulled me back into “what if
land", but the day that I almost broke was the day that a 23 week girl was
admitted to our team- right across the way from Ellie. What made it even
worse was that when I went to wash my hands one day and I glanced over at her
name tag, I saw that this little girl weighed exactly what Robby weighed- 1
pound, 4 ounces. I spent the next several days by Ellie’s isolette crying, and
feeling guilty.
I felt guilty because I couldn't
stop the “what ifs” from going through my head:
What if I had researched the local
hospitals when I was pregnant with Robby?
What if we had been at Wesley when he was born?
If we had gone to Wesley instead of
St. Teresa's they might have been able to save him!
Then I felt guilty for thinking
these things because if Robby were here, we wouldn’t have Ellie.
Then one day a very kind, but very
blunt respiratory therapist, Deb, leveled with me. She told me that on average
the 23 weekers don’t do well and some of the ones that we were hearing about
that did do well possibly had their dates off and/or weren't true 23 weekers. If
they were true 23 weekers, the stories that I kept hearing were probably
about babies that were 23 weeks, 6 days, where as Robby was born the day I hit
23 weeks. Each day at that gestation makes a world of difference- the difference between life and death.
She kept reassuring me that the 23
weekers that she sees in the NICU are older 23 weekers or their dates were off,
so the baby is more developed than an average 23 weeker would be. She went into
all of the problems that the 23 weekers can have. She even went so far as to
tell me that with a 23 week boy a lot of the time you sit by the bedside and
watch your baby die- a little at a time. After we told her our story she told
us that she truly believes that the hospital we were at did the right thing by
not saving him.
I believe that God placed us in that
NICU with Deb for a reason. If it weren’t for Deb, I would most likely still be spending my
days in “what if” land,” because of all of the stories I heard while we were in
the NICU. She pulled me into reality, and assured me that the hospital did the
right thing. Being in the NICU forced me into dealing with all of the “what if”
questions that I had.
I still have some momentary lapses
back into “what if land,” but one year later, a NICU stay later, a very blunt
respiratory therapist later, a miracle little girl we call Ellie later, and I finally feel as if I am coming to terms
with Robby’s death.
There will always be a place in my
heart for Robby, however I don’t want to be one of those people who spend their
whole life dwelling on what could have been. There is a fine line between
remembering and dwelling. Today I want to remember Robby, but not dwell on the
fact that he isn’t here. I don’t want to be stuck in the past. I need to
keep moving forward with his memory in my heart. I miss him so much, and I wish
that he could be here, but that is not my reality. If I spend all of my time
and energy wondering “what if” and dwelling, then I would miss out on what is right here-
our little miracle baby, Ellie. Ellie is getting so many extra kisses, hugs,
rocks, and cuddles because we were only able to cuddle Robby for 2 short hours
before he was gone.
Here is a sweet message that I got from Brittany as she remembers Robby today.
"Hey Amanda- I hope that you are doing ok. 1 year ago today we were all
hoping that Robby wouldn't be born this early but he was! We miss him
sooooooooo much! But I am also happy that Ellie is here and is as healthy as
she is and getting bigger and bigger each day! Robby knows how much we love him
even though we (Brooke, Brittany, Courtney, and Abby) didn't actually get to
meet him! He would be so happy to meet his stylin sister Ellie if he was here!
Miss u guys! Love~aunt Bri Bri"
Today I don’t want to spend my day
mourning Robby, but instead celebrating him, because his memory deserves to be
celebrated. Today I want to remember the good times we had when I was
pregnant with him and planning our life with him- the times that made us smile.
Today and every February 24 we will celebrate Robby Day and we will be happy
for our little boy who is watching over us and his little sister from heaven.
In honor of Robby Day I want to share some of my favorite pictures and memories of the time I was pregnant with him.
Other than my parents and brother, the girls were the first ones to know our little secret! My plan was to wait awhile before telling them, but I just couldn't keep it to myself! I got them all gifts with a different baby item in each...Abby was the first one to figure out what it meant!
One of my favorite quotes from Brittany:
" You mean you were TRYING and you didn't even tell us?!?!"
After our first sonogram appointment on November 11, we announced our pregnancy to facebook with this announcement! It took us about 25 different tries in the photobooth to get it perfect!
This picture is from our NT scan at 12 weeks. The four girls went to this appointment with us so that they could see the baby. The tech was not happy that they came with us to such a "serious appointment," but looking back now I am so glad that they went, because that was the only time they were able to see Robby.
This was taken the day we went to Oklahoma City to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. Up until that morning I knew we were going to have a girl, but when I woke up that morning, I just knew that we were going to have a little boy.
The four girls came over that night to find out what the gender was. I made up a scavenger hunt game for them. They ran all around the house finding clues that led them to four balloons, and in the balloons were pieces of paper that would tell them boy or girl.
They were all so excited!
This is the day that I felt Robby move for the first time- Super Bowl Sunday!
I had so much fun picking out Robby's nursery theme! I love Dr. Seuss and I was having so much fun putting his room together.
This was my very last bump picture. I was really starting to show and I loved showing off my beautiful Robby bump.
"The love of a parent is not contingent upon the amount of time we had with our child. Love simply cannot be measured in time."
~ JoanneCacciatore