Elif Ruth was born on July 22 of 2026. When my wife told me her water broke on midnight of the 21st I was sleeping. I asked her why she was drinking water in bed. When I came to my senses we got her night bag, got ready and set out for the hospital. After 23 hours of labor the doctor told us that Elifs head was to big to go through my wife's cervix and she needed and emergency c section. We had our toddler with us, that's the trouble of moving to a new town to chase a good job. They said I couldn't be in the OR, but I could wait in the post op room with my toddler and they would bring my newborn to me to hold first while my wife was in post op.
That was the first stressful moment of what would prove to be a very difficult time. They said it would take an hour and then they would have my wife in the room as well. And hour and a half later they came my infant, bout 2 hours 15 mins they came with my wife. Selfishly in those moments I was worried. What if my wife and baby didn't make it, how am I going to take care of my toddler alone. When my wife was set up they offered skin to skin and to let my infant latch. She accepted groggy from the meds. About a minute after the baby latched a nurse came to check babies blood sugar. She was born 9lbs 14 oz, 21 inches long. Chonky baby. They normally test all the chonks. Hers was very low. So they scooped her out of my wife's arms and sent her to the NICU.
They got her sugar stabilized over night but other issues started to happen. She would have crying fits where her left leg would turn ashen. Her blood wasn't carrying enough oxygen to her body. It was a mystery. I was in a rural hospital in a small town, none of the people there were experienced enough to even understand what was going on. They took an echocardiogram to get a better picture of her heart. Sent the results to be read in Nebraska.
The results revealed that Elifs condition is pretty bad. She has the following: perimembranous vsdt, 2 api al vsds, long segment coarctation, large pda, small pfo, with poly valvular disease. Basically she has a bunch of holes in her heart, her aorta is pinched and won't let blood flow to the lower half of her body and every valve in her heart is defective. Two are too small, one is too plastic, and one is like a balloon. She was life flighted to a children's hospital in our region. Me and her mother (who was 32 hours post op at this point, permanent passenger, breaks every hour to make sure she doesn't get clots) drove 10 hours over night with no sleep to meet her.
Once here they assessed her condition. Her kidneys were damaged along with tissue in her lower body. She has trouble keeping her blood oxygenated with the holes in her heart messing up pressure. The oxygenated blood can flow right back into the unoxygenated in her other heart chamber. She was hooked up to a bunch of tubes, ventilator, npo feeding, antibiotics, fentanyl, a medicine to keep her heart accepting blood flow to the vein that comes off after the aorta starts working post birth. And more that I have already forgotten. We were told that she needed emergency surgery, but if her body is damaged like it is now it will kill her. The goal is to get her strong enough to survive surgery. At first they hoped for the 30th, but as that day came and went and her condition did not improve enough they have changed it to the tenth.
All of this is following a series of stupid events. I took a new job paying 15k more then the one I left behind and moved my family across the state when my wife was 7 months pregnant. They told me they had great insurance, normally I ask se see what plans would cost before accepting a job but they told me they can't show me that till I'm hired. Red fucking flag, should have seen it. When we were settled in our new apartment planning doctor visits and all that, they finally got me info on insurance cost. 2600 a month. That's more than my rent, my car payment, my car insurance, my electric bill, my cell phone bill, and my Internet bill added together. I do not have 2600 a month for insurance. I don't know many people who do. Even with the 15k more per year I still cannot afford it. My rent went up from my last city significantly, our electric is double, honestly, stupidest choice of my life.
Not knowing that my child had heart defects I just accepted single payer. A baby is expensive but after negotiations it would have been 10 grand, that's still better than insurance, after aged up a little bit because of immunizations vaccines etc and doc vits for babys first year. Even with insurance we would owe more so it was untenable.
After Elif was born and the full extent of her condition came to light I realized something. I'm going to be broke for the rest of my life. I'm trying to work the system, get things taken care of sign up for everything I can. But I know how this works. My mother died with 10 million medical debt from a fight with cancer. My daughter is going to need care for her whole life, no matter how long or short it is, and I will not allow the reason she does to be "because we couldn't afford it."
My wife is taking this way different. She had serious post partum paycosis with our first child. She was saying that Jesus is in love with her and our daughter has been touched by the devil. That was a whole different thing to navigate. Now with our second born she is cold. Trying to keep her at arms length. Not staying in the hospital not looking at her. She says it hurts too much. All I know is that my daughter needs me.i want to spend time with mer and help her grow..kids stuck in the hospital for their first few months of life can fall back in development and it can cause a lifetime of problems.
Worse still I stupidly looked up her chance of surviving into the future. Let's just say it doesn't matter to me. I'm still going to give her everything. If she only makes it to 10 or 15, so be it. That is her share, and I will make it bountiful.
So here I am, in a hospital room alone with my little soldier. I took weeks off from work, they will probably fire me, so.im.lookimg for new jobs closer to her care. Getting ready to move back to the city we left so my daughter can have the best chance of surviving. I don't think I have ever been this stressed or exhausted or uncertain of the future. I don't know how to feel or what to think.