There are things I can’t remember off hand and I will need Anastasia’s medical records to find out dates and times for when things happened. I do recall my husband staying with me in a parent room for at least two nights in Wellington Neo Natal so we could support each other through our daughters surgery.
After catching up on sleep I’m not sure if I was in shock or stress, though I remember been cool, collected and blasé about her surgery. Maybe I had switched off my emotions. We saw the doctor or surgeon who said the surgery was about four hours and we might as well go out and have a look around Wellington rather than sitting in the waiting area. Strangely enough and it now sounds horrible… we did just that, with our cell phone on waiting for the call to say everything was fine which it was. I do recall her having jaundice, though not sure if that was before or after the surgery. I have a feeling it was after her surgery.
It was weird seeing her covered in wires which checked on her health and I think she had a respirator as well. Again I’ll have to look this up to double check.
This photo shows Anastasia on a Respirator after her surgery for Duo Denal Atresia. They mended a hole in her bowel so she could eat etc. The image has a blue colouring due to her having jaundice which took a few days to go away.
Anastasia, now breathing on her own showing her post-op surgery scar. She is still being tube fed with my milk which I was extracting daily. Not a nice sensation, though I’m glad she was able to have my milk. With her being my fourth child I used to get bad cramps from extracting my milk. Apparently this is a thing that gets worse (in general) the more babies you have.
I should also thank people from the local Heart Children Group who supported us by sending a few gifts, toiletries and a breast pump to express my milk. Walking back and forth between Ronald McDonald House and the hospital certainly gave me some good exercise.
I am sure you can imagine the amount of money needed to technically run two households. My husband and children lived over two hours away. He was a student so our income was low…to say the least. He had to use our income for all the normal stuff as well as for travelling down to Wellington. The hospital does provide funding for people who live more than 80kms from the hospital they are attending. Of course all this took time to get reimbursed and it’s a good job family and friends helped feed them. However, I never really knew what it was like at home. We were also able to request food money for me from the local Work and Income Branch, which luckily for me was just up the road from the hospital. Of course timing was importing to get there and be seen due to expressing milk and looking after my prem baby girl. This is where the racism comes in. Yes I am a shade of white. Though my parents and siblings are all darker than me. I am Welsh, Irish, a bit of English and Spanish. I am considered British. However I am not a New Zealand European and never will be. My husband’s heritage is Irish, English, Polish and he has Māori DNA. He is a New Zealander. Our children are multi-cultural. We are still finding out about our past culture and heritage.
The hospital social worker let’s you know how the system works so there I was back in 2002 when I entered Work & Income Office lined up and put my name down to see someone. They had some free appointments each day for emergencies. Nearly everyone in there were of Māori or Island descent. I’m one of those people who see everyone as human first and foremost, not the colour of a person’s skin. Anyway, I sat down beside this Māori guy covered in tattoos. He was a nice guy. However the receptionist wasn’t. I noted some of the people who came in after me were being called through to be assessed. This meant they’d moved past my name in the list. I got up and spoke to the young male Māori/Islander receptionist who told me I had to wait. I looked at his list and said he’d already passed my name and asked what was going on. I had a sick baby in Neo Natal and to put it mildly my breasts were beginning to leak. He literally told me to “go feed your baby and come back again.” I told him his office would be closed by the time I came back. He told me to come back another day. I was a mess of tears. I’m sure you can imagine. I went back to my seat and the man beside me asked if I was all right. I burst into tears again and told him what had happened. He calmed me down and I’m sure he took me back to the reception to have words. I do remember eventually seeing a young woman and putting my head on her desk, crying. I was a total mess. She asked me if she should ring my husband. I told her no because he’d be furious. She apologised for the receptionist and I said. “I hope to God he doesn’t ever have a baby in Neo Natal.” I think her eyes widened and she processed my claim, having to change the voucher to a closer supermarket because I didn’t drive and had no idea how to get around Wellington. By the time I got back to the hospital, my top was soaked and I let the social worker know what had happened. She wasn’t pleased. I have a feeling parents from Neo Natal were meant to be seen and dealt with as an emergency. There were many away from home for long periods.
Our older three children came down with their father or grandparents. I can’t remember which, I’ll have to sort through my notes and medical files if I can get them. They had to wear masks due to coughs and I think we had also been moved to the main neo natal ward by this time. The ward where babies were more awake and healing, rather than the intensive care in the other area. They adored her on sight having cuddles and photos. My eldest was amazing with her and ended up sharing her bedroom with Anastasia and helping to look after her, which included feeding by tube.
I’ve been a bit stuck to what to say. We had a few visitors and I moved from the parent rooms over to Ronald McDonald House, which was across the road. I used to go early in the morning in my pjs to visit and care for her. I took her to appointments including scans for her heart (AV Canal… hummm. They sort of got that wrong.) I remember them shooing me out of the ward, drawing a curtain around Anastasia’s bed to do blood tests. She wailed and screamed while I paced the hallway listening to her. It was bloody awful and I wish they would leave her alone.
Let me explain a bit about Down Syndrome. As most people know they have an extra chromosome, however they can also have other issues like the Duo Denal Atresia ending in Surgery. Deafness is another issue along with an extra long tongue. With Anastasia (like her older siblings) she had a Tongue Tie, which her paediatrician refused to cut due to her AV canal heart condition. (Down the track when back in our local hospital.) They also have narrower blood vessels. Getting blood from her foot was horrifying and painful for her. Not being with her was more stressful than being allowed to hold her and let them do their job. Apparently they think it is too stressful to be in the room. She had more than one blood test. All of them were horrible.
By this stage Anastasia was in the main Neo Natal Ward and I was expressing milk for her to drink via a feeding tube and so we got to know the other parents and babies. Quite a few parents stayed at Ronald McDonald House with me. It was a lovely modern place with lovely rooms and kitchens. I have heard since our time there the house was closed down due to earthquake safety and they had to build a new one. Not sure if it is in the same place or not. Something for me to research.
We were in wellington for about four weeks. They flew us back to Palmerston North via the child flight plane. It is a special plane set up to transfer children. It was noisy and I had to wear headphones, while my daughter was in an incubator with a nurse/doctor checking her. We arrived in Palmerston North Airport and an ambulance returned us to Neo Natal Ward in an Isolation room due to her coming in from another hospital. Or so we were told. I can’t say I’ve ever seen this before. We still have her Child Flight teddy bear.