The NICU staff recommended that we bring music that we
listened to during the pregnancy in to play for Avigayil. They said it would
help her. I have to admit, I was skeptical. I mean, I like music and we even
listen to relaxing music every night to help us fall asleep. While I did feel
that it might be something that she could recognize and maybe make her more
comfortable, I was skeptical that it would have a noticeable medical effect.
Then I saw the harp.
The NICU is a high stress environment. Everyone there simply
exudes stress, from the worried parents to the harried nurses to the overtaxed
doctors. It is also very stressful for the babies themselves. They pick up on
the stress of everyone around them, are stressed physically from being so sick,
and often are sensitive to noise and so are stressed by all the alarms going
off around them constantly. To counteract this and help the babies relax the hospital
brings in a harpist twice a week to play for the babies. She sits in each room
and plays for them.
When she came to our room I watched as Avigayil became
stiller, her heart rate dropped and her breathing evened out. For the entire
time the lady was playing she not only was calmer, her stats were actually
better. I was genuinely amazed. I was also still slightly skeptical, it could
have been a fluke. Then a few day later she came back. This time she stopped in
the middle and I saw Avigayil’s stats get worse. When she started playing again
her stats got better. Then the cleaning crew came by with a floor buffer. For a
moment we couldn’t hear the music and again her heart rate went up only to drop
when she could hear the harp again. After that I was a believer.
We now bring relaxing piano music to her every day. It
really does seem to make her better. It’s hard to believe that someone so small
has distinct music tastes, but she does. She likes slow piano music and she
likes harp music. She does not like music that is intense. I always believed
that music had the power to make us feel, but now I also believe that it can
heal.
In other news, Avigayil nursed today for the first time! She
is very slow and needs to take breaks to rest and breaks to breathe, but she
did it. She is four weeks old and today is the first time that I nursed my
baby. I feel so much better. To me this signifies two things. First, eating is
a sign of life. All living things eat in one way or another. The fact that she
finally was able to take a meal in the “normal” way (ie, by mouth) is huge.
Second, nursing is an incredible bonding activity between mother and child. It
brings the two to be dependent on each other and allows a mother to give
completely of herself to her child in a way that she will not be able to later,
also in a way that no one else can (a mother’s milk is uniquely suited to her
child’s age and needs). Now that she has done it once, we have to get her to do
it again and then again and then get used to taking meals this way. However, achieving
this first step makes me feel like we are on our way.
We have come a long way and still have a long way to go. Few
have travelled a similar path and no one has travelled this exact path. There
is no way anyone can tell us how this journey will go or how it will end. No
plan is possible, no map exists. Some days feel endless, others dark and scary.
Today however, we came to a place in the sun. We will take its brightness to
warm us on days when the light is harder to find.