Hard to bear

I’ve been doing pediatric hospice visits this last week.  I knew, as a mother, this would be more difficult than the adult hospice population.  Each newborn I’ve seen with chromosomal abnormalities so life altering, that they won’t survive past a year of age, have pulled at my heart as I imagine what the parents must be feeling, struggling each day.  What has surprised me this week, is not the tough medical conditions, or my own emotions as I relate to being a parent, but it’s the social situations that have caught me off guard.

It seems that each child has come from strained social circumstances as well.  Little Marcus is 8 months old now, but has a rare disorder with his brain. Instead of splitting into two halves, only one large brain formed.  This causes serious mental problems: he can’t coordinate swallowing, so is fed by a tube in his stomach, he has problems breathing and needs oxygen, he is blind and probably deaf, and has seizures everyday of his life.  His mom is just 18, pregnant in her last year of high school, she wasn’t prepared for this form of mother hood.   Her boyfriend has stepped up and is helping out, but they weren’t planning on marrying, or being together after high school.  Life looks so much different now. 

Jamie is only 2 weeks old, born with a similar problem as Marcus, but worse.  She also didn’t form a nose, so there’s a gap from her nose buds to the mouth, a very severe cleft palate.  She also has all the problems Marcus has.  Her young parents had dropped out of high school and were newly dating.  They were shocked when they became pregnant, and even more when they learned of all of jamie’s disabilities.  When I visited this young family they were living with friends.  The tiny apartment housed 2 families, 3 boys ages 2, 2 ½ and 3 and now Jamie and her parents.  It was chaotic as the 3 boys ran around asking about the feeding tubes in jamie’s belly and why there was a whole in her face. No one in the entire apartment was older than 20. 

More than coping with taking care of a child with such complex medical needs, I wonder how the experience of the children dying will affect them.  Each of these children will likely not make it to a year of age.  To be 16 and mom is hard, to be 16 and have to watch your child seize 3-4 times a day, up to 2 hours each time seems unbearable, but then to be 16 and live through bonding and loving that baby and watching them die in a year, seems almost a breaking point.