nicu-days

Little One

Summary: daddy!Chris Evans x Reader where the reader is pregnant with Chris’s daughter, but she’s born prematurely and has to stay in the NICU for a while (as requested by @chanelzs)
Word count: 1264
Warnings: birth, feels, fluff

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World Prematurity Day - 2017

— sorry in advance for the novel —
I’m pretty sure that only one or two people on here know that I was born as a micro-preemie on April 24, 1995. It’s something that I don’t normally talk about, especially on a platform like this one, just because it’s a really hard topic for me to discuss. However, today that’s obviously changing. Every year on November 17th, preemies around the world are celebrated and remembered through World Prematurity Day. When my mom was 24 weeks pregnant with my twin brother Alex and I, my dad took her into the doctor to assess her severe back pain, both of them thinking it was just that: back pain. Little did they know, their world was about to drastically change forever. My mom was in pre-term labor, at barely 6 months pregnant; something that is fairly uncommon, especially in a first-time pregnancy. They rushed her to the hospital and tried everything they could to stop her labor from progressing further, but she was already too far along for anything to work. Alex and I were born that night. He weighed 3lbs 2oz, and I weighed 2lbs 0.5oz.
My mom said that we didn’t even sound like babies when we cried for the first time, and instead we sounded like tiny little kittens meowing. My mom and dad didn’t even get to see us after we were born… We were whisked away to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), and were put on ventilators and hooked up to all sorts of machines and wires, because our organs  and tiny bodies weren’t even close to being fully developed. Both Alex and I were dealing with grade III brain hemorrhages, (the most severe being a grade IV), as well as collapsed lungs, seizures, holes in our heart, among other severe medical issues. I was resuscitated twice. At three weeks old, Alex was experiencing a perforated bowel, something that is common in severe prematurity. Essentially he had a tear in his intestine, which they needed to repair with a very invasive and dangerous surgery. My mom and dad were told to say their goodbyes to him that day, due to how rapidly he was deteriorating, and how severely sick he was. Alex passed away in my dad’s arms on May 15, 1995 at only three weeks old. My parents always tell me that he was loved a lifetime’s worth in 21 days. I hold onto that and I think of him every single day.
I remained in the NICU for 108 days, and my mom and dad couldn’t even touch or hold me until I was six weeks old. (The first/second pictures above is when they got to hold me for the first time.) I had two eye surgeries by the time I was one month old, due to Retinopathy of Prematurity, where the retinas in my eyes (the part of the eye that aids in vision) had excess blood vessels growing in them, which can cause the retina to detach from the eye, eventually leading to blindness. Luckily the surgeries were successful, my brain bleeds healed, and the hold in my heart closed up by itself. All I am left with today is a petite 5’2” stature (all three of my younger siblings are taller than me), glasses/contacts for my really awful eyesight (lol it’s so bad), and migraines about once a month (from the brain trauma). This is coming from someone who had a prognosis of severe Cerebral Palsy, being wheelchair-bound, non-verbal, and blind.
I’m a senior in college now, majoring in Exercise Science, with plans to continue my college education after graduation in May by going to Nursing School to become a NICU Nurse. It’s such a cool full-circle situation. This past summer I actually shadowed the same primary nurse who took care of me, which was super emotional, since it was my first time back in the NICU, obviously under totally different circumstances.
I definitely don’t take my life for granted. I can walk, I can run, I was the captain of the varsity swim team in high school, I can talk, and… most importantly ;)… I can sing along and dance without a care in the world at @taylorswift​ concerts with my friends.
So here’s to all the tiny preemies out there, those like myself who were blessed with a second chance at life, or those like my sweet brother who were taken from this world far too soon…
You are loved. You are celebrated. You will never be forgotten.

Today was the first day I had enjoyed my job in over 2 months.

I’ve been struggling with serious burnout, census has been high, understaffing and no-shows have left morale at a deep low, and I just haven’t been able to see a light, anywhere.

Today, we admitted no babies.

Today, I took care of a baby whose parents are declared the most difficult in the unit, and who make it a point to verbally abuse the nurses and make it clear they know more about helping a 25 weeker than we do.

Today, I helped a severely depressed mom realize how strong she and her baby are and that she can get through this struggle.

Today, I got to love on a 4-month old who smiled and laughed every time I looked his direction.

Today I felt hope and was reminded why I stick through the hard days.

Ichi: Thank you. Well from what the doctor says it won’t be as soon as we thought. He says even though they look healthy, they’re still too small to go out in the open, so they need to be in some place called the NICU for a few days so they can grow a bit and gain proper weight.

But I want to take them home.

anonymous asked:

AHHHH UR LOCKSCREENS ARE SO PRETTY and I'm already using the ELEMENTALIST 10 forms lock screen ^^ is it ok to request an elementalist Lux bubble background?AHHH THANKS I HOPE U HAVE A RLLY NICU DAY AND UR EDITS ARE BEST YOOO I CANT EDIT FOR SHIET AND TAKE UR TIME BBY <3

HELLO! OMFG thank you so much, I’m so happy you liked them soooo much. I put a lot of effort in them… thank you! 

Anyways, here you go! 

And the version without the bubble ^^ 

Hope you like them and have a nice day! ^^ 

Wait A Little Longer

From this request: Can you do a CrowleyxReader songfic about the song I want you here-Plumb?

Here’s the song

*Crowley-centric

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Crowley had never imagined he’d fall in love, especially with a human.

But he did.

Crowley never imagined he’d be told that he was going to be a father.

But he was.

Crowley never imagined he would be in this position.

But he was.

Labor had been hard for you—hours upon hours of pain, sweat, and tears. Crowley did his best to assist you but knew he couldn’t truly get rid of your pain, should something interfere with the medical professionals.

Finally, the doctor announced that he could see the head—‘crowning’ was the term. Crowley couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking how appropriate it was that that word was applied to his child. ‘He certainly will have a crown,’ Crowley thought. His thoughts were disrupted by a harsh squeeze to his hand.

You and Crowley waited for that cry, waited for the announcement that you had a beautiful baby boy.

The announcement never came.

“Nurse,” the doctor said, his voice laced with urgency.

“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked. A nurse stepped in front of him before he could step toward the doctor, toward his son.

“What’s happening?” you asked groggily, watching as the doctor worked, his shoulders moving, his brow creased. He handed a blanketed bundle to a second nurse who hurried off. “Where’s my baby?”

“The cord was wrapped around his neck,” the doctor said. “He’s not breathing.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry. We’re doing everything we can.” The doctor turned to the nurse. “Clean her up.”

“Crowley?”

Crowley wanted to stay with you but he followed the doctor out of the room. “What’s happening?”

“Sir, please. We’ve got this handled.”

“Tell me what the hell is happening!”

“Look. I know this is scary but we’re doing everything we can.”

“Well… what can I do?” This was an odd position for Crowley to be in. Usually, he was in charge, he knew what to do.

“I suggest you pray.”

The answer baffled Crowley but for some reason… for some reason, it struck a chord in him. He watched the doctor leave down the hall. He glanced back to the room where you lay, nervous, afraid. But Crowley’s feet led him to the hospital’s chapel. It was empty save for an elderly man in the corner who was either asleep or dead.

Crowley sank down in one of the hard pews, staring up at the figure of Jesus on the cross. The stained glass panels were lit from behind, pinks and blues thrown on the walls.

“Dammit, Chuck,” Crowley said. “What the hell have you done to me? To Y/N? To our baby? What have we done to deserve this?”

Crowley’s mind began to drift. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He’d waited so long to find someone like you. And then he’d waited so long to hear the news of the positive pregnancy test. And then he’d waited so long to see and hear and feel his little baby boy.

But none of that was happening now.

His son had been carted off before he could even see him. His first scream had been silent.

“I know I’ve done some… less than honorable things in the past,” Crowley said. “But Y/N and Owen don’t deserve this. If you want to punish me, punish me. Leave them out of it.”

“This isn’t a punishment,” Chuck said, appearing beside Crowley.

“Certainly feels that way.”

Chuck sighed. “I know you don’t understand this now, but trust me, I–”

“If you say that you work in mysterious ways, I swear on everything you call holy that I will disembowel you.”

“I wasn’t,” Chuck assured. “I just… there’s a plan for your son.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes. “Does that mean he’ll… live?”

Chuck smiled. “Go back to Y/N. She needs you.”

Crowley stood, stepping from the pew. “You might want to check on that guy in the corner.”

“He’s fine,” Chuck promised. “And you will be, too.”

Crowley went back to your room, finding you laid out in bed, looking very weak, eyes closed. He stepped over, placing a hand on your head.

“Crowley,” you said, stirring. “How is he?”

“I–”

“Good news,” the doctor said, stepping into the room. “Your son is breathing now. His lungs are still weak and he’ll need to be in NICU for a few days, but he’ll pull through.”

Crowley heaved a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you, Chuck.’

Nursing clinicals…

I’m almost done with nursing school and I have a love/hate relationship with clinicals. 90% of our clinicals are med-surg. I 100% understand why they do this. They’re “making med-surg nurses and teaching skills to help pass the nclex”. They can’t have a bunch of baby nursing students scattered all over a huge hospital. Not enough intrusctors.

My question is, how do other programs compare to mine? We start first semester clinicals at local nursing homes. From there, we almost exclusively do med-sug clinicals. To the point where we do not have any opportunity to be near L&D, peds, postpartum, or nursery/NICU. We get one day out of the entire program for ED, ICU, OR, and dialysis. How did you know what type of nursing or department you wanted to work in? I feel like we don’t get to experience enough to decide.

Today is World Prematurity Day.

In the world of premies it often feels like there’s not much to celebrate, as surely we’d be happy if every mom went full term.

Until then though, I celebrate the little victories: parents holding their baby for the first time, our littlest ones coming off the ventilators, those rare few who make it out without IVH or BPD.

And I celebrate you, dearest followers. Those currently working as nurses, RTs, care partners, docs and practitioners, speech and physical and occupational therapists. To those who volunteer their time to come in and cuddle our kiddos. To those who donate cherished blankets and clothes.

I celebrate the love and commitment we have to the tiniest of patients.

Yes, even in some of the darkest time, there is still life and love to be celebrated. For that I am so thankful.