This story begins when there were about three months left before giving birth – at this time we went to the maternity clinic every second week as we were closing in for delivery. For three checks in a row they measured Williams length as the same. He didn’t grow but everything else was normal. The nurse said that it was likely just the method of measuring that was at fault and we believed her as it wasn’t the same nurse every time.
Not fully at ease, at least not after that last time – our senses were sharpened for things out of the ordinary and one morning Linn said she couldn’t sleep. The baby hardly moved inside her and she was worried. Early that morning we went in to the big city hospital to get a extra ultra sound done. An hour later Linn had delivered a tiny person using cesarean section and we had a hard time realizing what had just happened.
He was beautiful to look at and was moved directly to Nicu (Neonatal intensive care unit) and one of their incubators – he was five weeks early and tinier than most. When something is that small they always take chromosome samples to make sure everything is ok. But boy did he look OK to me! My son!
William, who was named Bruce Lee at first, as the fighter he was – had to work hard to enter this world. His body wasn’t fully developed so a CPAP had to be connected to his nose 24/7 in order for his lungs not to contract. A CPAP is an air-preassure machine that makes sure that airways and lungs are filled with air. Easy in, hard out. Good training I might add. He had this for another two days.
Anyways. After a day or two one doctor noticed that William didn’t move as much as other kids. He was much more tense and perhaps his cheek was a bit smaller too he thought. A anatomy specialist was sent for as a prequel to the chromosome test that would still take another five days.
The specialist had William examined visually and thoughtfully – I was standing, watching nervously. Of course Williams was alright, wasn’t he? He’s so beautiful, nothing to see here, move on! She did and said she didn’t find anything out of the ordinary that would point to some known disorder. Still, without that chromotest I wasn’t fully at ease.
At this point we lived at the hospital – just door to door to the room were Williams incubator was. I often visited him and learnt how to feed him using a tube through his nose. I changed his diaper and life was good! After five days he was strong enough to move to our room..
But William behaved quite bad in the beginning. He had big problems sucking breasts. I tried my best to show him how but he refused and Linn was quite sad about this. We listened to every advice we got (everyone around us wanted to help) and specialists were sent our way to aid. Tough time I tell you. Linn soon developed severe mastitis and had that for two months. Felt like a year. I truly hate mastitis. Truly!
It’s now day eight in this story of William, and the test results are about to enter the scene.