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The excitement of a first born child, the start of parenthood, baby showers, and the rush of so many emotions over 9 short months. This is what my wife and I had planned for and what we'd hoped for until our precious little girl Aurora, not even born yet, was diagnosed with a Congenital Heart Defect called Aortic Stenosis. What would we do now? Where would we seek care? What would the outcome be? We'd eventually find ourselves sitting in an office at Helen Devos Children's Hospital, waiting to speak with a cardiologist about our daughter's condition and determine what could be done for her. The cardiology team at Helen Devos Children's Hospital was fantastic, they answered our questions, provided us with an excellent care team, and gave us hope for a good outcome.
After weeks of planning and preparation the day had finally come to meet our daughter. We greeted her with love and were so thankful for that day. The amount of care and the staff in place to make sure her delivery and first surgery was successful was unlike anything her mother and I had ever seen before. The journey ahead was still long though, spending 59 days in the PICU and also enduring another open heart surgery. But, with all the love, care, and support from the staff and cardiology team at Helen Devos Children's Hospital we were finally able to take a daugher home the day after Christmas. We're still blessed to this day that Aurora has a fantastic care team to follow her on this journey, she is now a fun loving three year old living her best life, because of all the healing hands at Helen Devos Children's Hospital.
Story told by dad, Justin!
In February 2020 we welcomed our first child into the world. What I always hoped would be the most beautiful day of our lives, was the beginning of a terrifying chapter. Henry was born at 27 weeks gestation weighing a mere 2lbs 6oz. The day of his birth was a mix of conflicting feelings; the agonizing uncertainty of a troubled pregnancy had finally come to an end, and we were now entering the agonizing uncertainty of a long hospital stay.
Being wheeled into my baby’s room for the first time was like entering a new dimension. The sights and sounds of the machinery were overwhelming. Somewhere under the tubes and wires laid my newborn baby, except, he wasn’t full term. He wasn’t lying next to me in my recovery room swaddled in his monogramed blanket. I didn’t get to hear a cry, attempt to breastfeed, or change his first diaper. Instead, his skin had a red hue, his face was covered by respiratory equipment, and his chest was speckled with electrodes as he was laying in an enclosed isolette.
Day one, there is only a finite amount of information we would be able to comprehend. Though, as each day passed, we realized our baby was in good hands, receiving the best care. We also learned that the nurses are part angel, as they not only nurture the babies, but the parents too. We were taught how to change diapers, administer feeds through a feeding tube, and even snuggle his tiny body on our chest. Every first hands-on experience made us doubt our capabilities, but after two months passing and nearly 4lbs gained, we were ready to take the NICU knowledge home with us. Thanks to our extended stay and daily visits, we were taught schedules, hygiene, nutrition, and great confidence in bringing home our now healthy and thriving son.
Today we celebrate milestones we weren’t sure we would ever experience. Henry, and his journey, have been the greatest joy of our lives, and our gratitude for his life is never lost.
Story told by mom, Chelsea!
At our 6 week ultrasound, during the height of the pandemic, I sat alone to receive the surprising news we would be expecting spontaneous triplets! Shocked, overwhelmed and so unsure, we began preparing for a life with multiples and 4 children under the age of 4, a different kind of birth plan, a guaranteed NICU stay and caring for preemie babies. After what felt like the longest and hardest pregnancy, my trio was born at 32 weeks: Maren Elizabeth weighing 3lbs 14oz, Norah Jean weighing 3lbs 7oz and Kellen Charles weighing 4lbs 6oz.
We knew all 3 babies would be rushed to the NICU immediately following my c-section but nothing and no one could prepare you to meet your newborn babies with their faces covered by c-pap masks, feeding tubes and multiple wires while laying in an incubated box. I was terrified to walk into their room, afraid I wouldn’t recognize my own children or be able to tell them apart. My first memory was of a friendly face greeting me, assuring me my babies were doing well and “introducing” each to me with a colorful sign with each of their names created by two of the sweetest nurses I have come in contact with.
Over our 6 week stay, the care my babies and myself received at HDVCH is something I look back on and cherish. The wonderful people working day and night for our children will forever hold a special place in my heart. They were so patient with us; listening to all of my concerns, problem solving feeding difficulties, greeting me with a smile and sometimes a hug when they knew I needed one after leaving my toddlers at home to sit in the NICU day after day, answering my middle of the night calls to check if my babies ate enough at their feeding times, allowing us to get off schedule because I was determined to change and feed all 3 babies on my own and most importantly snuggling my babies when I couldn’t be there and sharing photos they had taken when my heart ached to be with them.
The entire team at HDVCH has left a permanent imprint in my life through the love, compassion, knowledge and outstanding care they have provided our family. I feel incredibly lucky to live in a city with such amazing medical care and resources! My triplets are 15 months now and they are all healthy, happy and thriving! “Thank you” doesn’t even seem to be enough but our family is forever changed in the best way possible by HDVCH NICU!
Story told by mom, Lauren!
From Abby: "I will never forget the day we got "the call" and it will always strike me as being a bit ironic. After a few series of ultrasounds at our 20 week mark we got the call from Maternal Fetal Medicine that they needed to do an in depth ultrasound of our baby. The ironic part is I was sitting in the parking lot of the daycare facility that we were touring. It felt strange already planning out a place for our child's future before they were even here. Even more so now that something might be wrong. I shrugged it off as best I could before the tour telling myself that I feel fine? I'm sure it's a glitch of some sort. Ultrasounds have glitches all the time... right?
A few days later my husband, Joe and I found ourselves at the maternal Fetal Medicine in Grand Rapids. We got extremely excited when the technician showed us a 3D photo of our baby's face. That joy was short lived when she abruptly left the room to get a cardiologist before they left for break. The rest of that day was a bit of a blur as the cardiologist came in to verify what the technician saw and then asked me to get dressed so we could discuss. Getting dressed seemed impossible as I knew that after that, we would walk out that door and things would be forever different.
Flash forward to Otto's birth day. He was born via C section as he was also breech. The team of doctors and nurses were absolutely incredible. They truly made Joe and I feel like we were all in this together. Otto came out large and in charge and I remember sitting in the NICU thinking, what are we doing here? He barely fit in the plastic baby bins! As a new mom I had a hard time grasping what made Otto's heart so different from the hundreds of other babies born that day.
As weeks went on it started to sink in how sick Otto really was. He struggled to breath and before his open heart surgery at just two months old, he couldn't even sleep laying on his back because he would struggle so much. Surgery came as a dark day but also relief. This was our shot to give our son a better life. As we sat in the presurgery room I was nothing but numb. Trying to grasp the fact that in a few short moments they were going to come and take our newborn baby to surgery. I just remember thinking how unfair it was. We were just getting to know each other on the outside. How can they already be taking him away. When the moment came I couldn't let go. I will never forget the wonderful anesthesiologist who slowly reached over to take Otto from me finger by finger. She looked me square in the eyes and said "I'm a mother too, I promise I'm going to take the best care of him". And that was that. He disappeared through the "see you later" doors of surgery and emerged a few hours later.
I was pumping when the surgeon came out, I have never ran so fast. All I remember is blurting out, IS HE OK. The incredible surgeon told me what had happened in surgery, how things started not looking good and they were going to do this or that my brain was such a fog (moments like this I'm so grateful for my analytical Joe) but in the end he thinks we solved the issues. We let out an audible celebration and headed to see our baby in recovery. Nothing really could have prepared me for that. Seeing your baby with the aftermath of open heart surgery is horrific. There were ups and downs while we were in the PICU but hours turned into days and the incredible staff and the will of God got us out of there and where we are today.
Joe and I made a promise to both God and Otto on a particularly dark day when he was scheduled for a second surgery because recovery was not going well. If we can get out of here, we would give Otto the most beautiful life we can and that we will continue to support Helen DeVos Children's Hospital and the staff that took (and takes) such excellent care of our heart warrior.
The second surgery never happened. It could someday but that day is not today. In the meantime we continue to follow up with Otto's cardiology team on a recurring basis and will be for the rest of Otto's life.
Supporting Helen DeVos Children's Hospital is so important to our family and from the bottom of our hearts, Thank you for considering supporting it as well. "