Zac Unger is a firefighter in Oakland, Calif. His daughter was born three months premature and is in the neonatal ICU.
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I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who lives in a motel. We're from Berkeley, but our surrogate, Jessaca, lives in the Central Valley, which is two hours of bumper-to-bumper traffic away from our home. When Percy decided to come early, Jessaca went to the nearest hospital and our daughter has been here in Modesto ever since. Nobody said that having a preemie in the ICU was going to be convenient, so we're trying to figure out how to adjust our lives. We've been staying in the fabulous Vagabond Inn, which during the week is one step up from a typical hookers-and-smack kind of place. On weekends it takes that step right back down. Its main virtue is that it's across the street from the hospital, so on those nights when I can't sleep—which is most of them these days—I can be out of bed and at Percy's incubator within three minutes.
On that first terrible night in Modesto, as Jessaca was due to deliver in 12 hours and all we wanted to do was escape into sleep, a car alarm in the parking lot rang for three hours until the battery died. We thought about renting an apartment and I visited a few, but there was something about them all that seemed so sad and empty. At least at the Vag they change my towels and make my bed every day. We brought in a mini-fridge and we've made a laundry hamper into a filing cabinet. We're very classy people.
I woke up yesterday morning feeling guilty. My daughter was lying in the hospital with a nasty infection, and I was over at the hotel catching up on my sleep. I feel like I should be next to her 24 hours a day. The social workers keep telling us that the best thing we can do for Percy is take care of ourselves, get some rest, drink plenty of water. I know they're right, but I still feel like I ought to be doing something. But it's easy to overdo it with preemies. They don't like to be stroked, and being talked to and touched at the same time is overstimulating. I want to pet her constantly, and I have to hold myself back so she can relax and use her energy to grow.
The crisis mode is passing now, and Shona and I are settling in for the duration. We take shifts at the hospital so we won't go insane from all the sitting. We joined a local gym and Shona's working a fair amount, telecommuting back to the Bay Area. I started back to work a few days ago, and it's actually kind of relaxing to be at the firehouse instead of the hospital.
Living in a motel in Modesto has its advantages. We've created a little island for ourselves centered entirely on the baby. There's nothing for us to do here but be at her bedside, and I think that just by being nearby we're making big steps in bonding with her. I'm starting to know what kind of kid she is. She gets antsy 20 minutes before feeding time, and afterward she always has a period of quiet alertness, where she opens her eyes and checks out the scene. The nurses say babies this small can distinguish only between light and dark, but I think she can recognize me.
Percy's lab cultures came back yesterday. She's got gram positive infections in both her scalp line and on her arm where they poked her for an arterial blood gas. We had a new nurse who was unfamiliar with Percy and said, "Boy, she's a feisty one!" but the downward change from a few days ago is dramatic. It's like something has been dimmed inside her. I guess it's good news that she has an infection. This is something they expected and know how to treat. I was terrified that her cultures would come back normal and the doctor would give me one of those "we just don't know what the problem is" answers that I've come to hate so much over the last couple of years. I'm hoping that by tomorrow her antibiotics will have run their course and she'll be back to screaming and ripping out her lines.
Last night my parents came to visit and we went to dinner at Modesto's best restaurant (no comment), a little Italian place in the back corner of a strip mall. When the waiter told us that the special was a 16-ounce steak, I could see everyone thinking about the meat in comparison to Percy. What a triumph: My daughter's bigger than a steak! She's probably even a steak and a baked potato at this point. It's strange to be able to just leave and go to dinner like this. There's a whole team of doctors and nurses dedicated to taking care of my little girl. I don't have to worry about when to feed her, she doesn't wake me up crying. Last night we hung out with her until midnight, then went back to the Vag and caught the last hour of Top Gun on television. When we finally get her home I'm not going to know how to raise a baby without the assistance of vital-sign monitors and my own personal nurse practitioner.
Remark From The Fray (Day 4):
Zac, you need insurance counseling. Your post contains some misinformation that could be costing you a bundle of money. The most glaring is that the insurance company has a rule on whose insurance company has to cover a baby when each parent has different insurance. There is no such rule. Your wife should have been able to pick up coverage of your infant from day one (this is a little complicated, since it depends on a couple of additional facts, but most of the time you can add a dependent upon the birth of one). The so-called birthday rule has to do with the coordination of benefits when someone is covered by more than one insurer, not on whether the insurer owes you coverage to begin with.
Under federal law you have the right to add a new dependent so long as you act within 30 days to add her -- the surrogate thing is a little odd -- but the right applies to adoptive children, so whichever way, if you are the legal guardian of a new dependent there should be no issue with coverage if you act promptly. Finally, ignore those hospital charges. Your insurer, and certainly your wife's HMO should be able to negotiate serious discounts, and I mean in the 30-50% range. Moreover, and here's where you need to keep on top of things: Your maximum -- as well as your copayments and co-insurance -- should be calculated in line with what your insurer is PAYING and not what your hospital is CHARGING. Charges are a hospital's wish list. No one really pays full charges. Unless your insurer is seriously out of step with the California norm. You don't want your $2million maximum being determined by an amount that is being charged if your insurer has only paid half that much. Good luck.
-- Barbara
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Remark From The Fray (Day 3):
Try Hazel's -- very good, will be a nice break for you from the bad strip mall food. Also, take a drive out into the country side sometime. Very pretty and may get your mind off the vagabond. The central valley does have its virtues, and I hope it helps your baby girl to grow strong so you can take her home.
-- Emily de Ayora
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Remarks From The Fray (Day 2)
Am I alone in my confusion? I don't understand why a person would pour thousands of dollars and gallons of tears into the effort of bearing their own child when there are so many children already out there who need a good home and loving parents.
I feel for the author. My prayers are with him, his wife, and their tiny, fragile daughter. But in the back of my mind, I wonder why these people were so desperate to have "their own" child that they endured six miscarriages, paid for in vitro fertilization and a surrogate mother when they could more easily have saved a child from our overcrowded foster care system, or from starvation and poverty in a 3rd world country.
What motivates this difficult, and, to my mind, somewhat selfish choice? Even though I am not a parent myself, I do understand that there are no easy answers, no simple solutions.
-- Miss mae
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You try because it would be YOUR flesh and blood. Surrogate or not, Percy will be their flesh and blood. My wife and I had a difficult time having a successful conception. And while the thought of adopting, possibly from the 3rd world, was discussed at various times, until someone comes out and says "You can't have your own...period", you keep trying. And for better of worse, medical science has given people a lot of things to try.
-- Scott
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I guess some people have a special need to pass on their genetic material, but I can't imagine loving our daughter any more if we had gone through the pregnancy ourselves.
However, I hesitate to suggest adoption too strongly. After all, if someone can't view an adopted child as "their own" or somehow inferior to a birth child, then they really shouldn't adopt.
-- Ferante
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Everyone knows that there are risks involved in the costly process of assisted pregnancies, but there are just as many in the difficult and sometimes process of adoption. People sometimes wait years for a child, or are deemed, for one reason or another, unsuitable to adopt. People who have done all the paperwork to adopt children in foreign countries have suddenly been told that they can not bring their children home due to kinks in the red tape. Young mothers who give up their children for adoption have come back later and taken the child back. Foster care can be equally heart-breaking. Families take in a child and become attached to that child, only to have the child removed at a later date. Surrogacy is a choice. It is one that medicine has made available to us, and no one should be criticized for the decision to take advantage of that advance.
-- Christe
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Remarks From The Fray (Day 1)
This one brought back a lot of memories. As another "graduate of NICU" and as an alumnus of the Life on a Lillypad club (what our mothers-on-bedrest group was called), I watched others go through this and thought "but for the grace of God there go I".
I was pregnant with the twins, and started spotting in class (I was in college at the time). I went to the doctor, and he sent me directly to the hospital where I spent four months on drugs (magnesium sulfate and tributiline) to stop premature labor. Luckily for me, it worked, and instead of being born at 24 weeks and at just over a pound a piece, my daughters were born at 35 1/2 weeks, at over 5 pounds a piece. We spent 16 days in NICU due to hardcore jaundice and a suspected heart murmur in one of them.
I was incredibly lucky, in many respects. My daughters were over seven pounds before they came home - they made up for lost time in a big way. The heart murmur never materialized into anything real and a few days under the lights dealt with the jaundice. The only side effect we had was spending six months on caffeine and periodic monitoring to prevent and monitor sleep apnea (worked - mostly because they didn't sleep!). We took them off it in due time, it took three days for their systems to get to normal, and they have never looked back. That was almost 12 years ago.
I can remember the fear of looking at your child in incubator, afraid every second of loosing her, starting at every beep and red light on the countless machines hanging off her. I only had to do it for a couple of weeks - they have months of this heartbreak in store even if all goes well. I watched other parents looking through the glass at extremely tiny ones, with hope and terror and anguish warring for space on their faces. I can empathise about the pain of not being able to hold the child - that was the hardest part for many of the mothers. I can assure you that the only thing you can do at this point is talk about the baby and pray, and wash your hands all the time (I would swear I still have Betadine stains under my nails).
He has a tough row to hoe, both as a father and as a husband. You are so helpless. If he finds any sort of help and comfort from writing this stuff down, then let him. I'll read, and commiserate.
-- MsZilla
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(11/1)
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