Ardon Brandt Iowa
I was a first-time mom-to-be. I was 11 days overdue. I was impatient. I wanted to meet my baby.
After 34 hours of labor my nurse came racing into my room. She was moving the baby monitor around and getting agitated; she could not find my baby’s heartbeat. The OB was called in and I was being prepped for an emergency c-section. When Ardon arrived, he was rushed out of the room. No one would tell me what was wrong. Once I was moved out of OR and into my room, a team of doctors came in to give us the news. We were told that they used “every resource they had” just to stabilize him. Ardon was facing a constant threat of cardiac and respiratory arrest and if he took even half a step back, they did not think they could save him. Ardon could not encounter any stimulation – not sight, not sound, not touch. Stimulation could elevate his heart rate and send him into immediate cardiac arrest. So, the question was – do they risk keeping him and hoping he stays stable or do they risk a helicopter flight to get him to a higher-level and more experienced hospital? It was decided to call in the flight-for-life and transfer him immediately.
When a nurse asked me what she could do for me, I answered, “Please just take care of my baby.” Unknown to me at the time, it was then that my mother decided to take care of her baby. She pulled my doctor into the hallway and told her, “If want to do something for that mother, you will get her in to see her baby because she may never see him alive!” The nursery was cleared out and my bed was rolled in so I could see my son before the helicopter arrived.
Two hours later Ardon was ready for lift-off. The EMT that would travel with Ardon came into my room. When asked what to expect she responded, “Judging from his condition, if he survives the helicopter trip he will be in NICU for 3 to 6 months”. My world collapsed in on itself; terror ripped through me like I had never felt before. I heard the “IF”. I might lose my baby.
I was transported by ambulance to join Ardon. He handled the flight well and I was able to visit him in NICU the next morning. Whenever I visited, I would stand behind him so that he would not see my cry. I wanted him to see a mom that was strong, not scared. One of his nurses asked me why I didn’t talk to him. I did not think I could without risking sending him into arrest. She explained to me that low, quiet sounds were safe and that he needed to know I was there for him. I leaned over and whispered, “Hello, Sunshine…” He opened his eyes and he tried to find me! What a moment that was! We were then taught how to carefully place our hand on his head while watching his vital signs and, should he “crash”, how to remove our hand in a way so as to minimize stimulation. When Ardon was one week old I was able to hold him for the first time. It was absolutely amazing! When Ardon was 3 weeks old we were able to bring him home.
During my follow-up appointment I learned what happened the day he was born. There was a blood clot in the umbilical cord that cut him off from his oxygen supply and sent him into distress. So many things went wrong when he was born but the vitally important things went right. Without the research and professional training and education provided by the American Heart Association, Ardon would not have lived more than a few minutes.
Ardon is now a strong, healthy 17-year old and will forever be My Sunshine.