Fentanyl Addiction During Pregnancy: Choosing Motherhood Transformed Their Futures.

Eight months pregnant and in severe pain, a woman named Stephanie arrived at the hospital emergency room after a serious infection started to spread up her legs. Without a job or home, separated from loved ones, she resided in a small structure she had built in a acquaintance's garden. She was also dependent on fentanyl.

As doctors treated her infection, she began to panic. Withdrawal was setting in. She bent over the bedside and threw up.

Stephanie eventually collapsed. “I have to get out of here. I have to go home and take a hit.”

She had taken the drug before seeking medical help and had just enough time to get treated before she needed to go home to get high again. She thought she still had four weeks left to find a way to become sober and deliver her child.

The medical professional intervened. She told Stephanie she was not allowed to leave.

“I will go,” Stephanie said.

But the hospital refused to discharge her: the infection in her legs was critical, but medical staff detected she also had an leakage of amniotic fluid. The nurse, Izzie, warned her: if she left, she and her baby would not survive.

The nurse convinced the doctor to give Stephanie controlled doses of fentanyl periodically, knowing that symptoms could threaten her and the baby. Once the baby was born Stephanie would be switched to methadone, a treatment that reduces symptoms and is frequently utilized in substance abuse treatment.

Five days later, on 12 November 2022, Stephanie delivered a infant weighing 4lb 8oz – premature, little but surviving.

When the attendant inquired if she wanted to hold her baby, Stephanie said “I cannot.” She was numb. Her epidural had failed, her last dose of fentanyl had been given shortly before she gave birth.

She felt ill. Not ready for motherhood. Undeserving.

Stephanie had sought recovery repeatedly before birth, and felt terrible each time she was unsuccessful. She felt without value, criticizing herself for not being able to achieve the unattainable. An obstetrician told her to “just” stop using. Even her supplier would not provide to her when she became obviously with child.

“Yet I was unable,” she said. “I needed help.”

The common assumption that her love for her baby would make her quit only led to deeper self-loathing and self-abuse, a cause for her to return to drugs. Yet she could not just wish her addiction away, any more than she could eliminate a chronic disease.

The baby was taken to the neonatal intensive care unit. When Stephanie finally saw her her, she was connected to tubes and leads, so little she thought she would break her. Cradling her initially, she felt nothing. “I gazed upon her and was like, ‘How will I care for you?’” She still wasn’t sure she wanted to be her mother.

Two days later she decided to name her baby the same as her nurse, after the attendant who showed compassion to her.

Nurses and doctors told her about a care center, a new kind of care center where mothers and their drug-exposed newborns are treated together, not apart.

In numerous states, where a baby is found to have newborn addiction symptoms regularly, infants are still whisked to NICUs and given drugs while their mothers face child-protection investigations. But a developing system of centers like this facility is demonstrating a key fact: when families are kept intact, results get better, foster placements fall and long-term costs decline.

It took Stephanie some time to build confidence to call, but she ultimately reached out. After verifying her eligibility for the program, two staff members came to pick her up.

She departed the institution still in withdrawal, fearful and unsure about what would come next.

At the facility, Stephanie still worried that authorities would come remove her daughter – even though she was hesitant about parenting. The concern persisted: that at any moment, someone could enter and take her baby away.

For the first two weeks, Stephanie kept to herself. “I avoided interaction,” she said. “I lacked confidence at that point.”

Survival outdoors, she said, was about enduring. Addiction came first; trust came last.

Stephanie had a trusted ally, but even that connection was tenuous. The those close to her always found ways to hurt her. She was unable to care for herself, much less anyone else.

Every day, staff from the facility transported her to a recovery program, given as medication. Gradually, she was embracing sobriety.

She utilized each moment outside treatment with Izzie, and could see that her baby was receiving appropriate attention she needed. Her daughter struggled with eating at first, with adverse reactions to milk and pronounced gastrointestinal issues. She needed feeding therapy. She also had increased sensitivity and required an specialist – all typical problems for babies born with NAS.

If this little kid could see that these babies deserve to be loved, then I found the strength. I would become a mother.

During a pre-holiday visit, Stephanie was in the common room, where parents in active addiction can come for monitored interactions with their babies. Katie Bunch-Smith, a mentor, came over with her own five kids in tow to deliver baked goods. They all assembled beside Stephanie, who was sitting on the floor holding Izzie.

The children were wide-eyed in wonder of the little newborn in Stephanie’s arms. “They had no care in the world,” Stephanie said. “They overlooked my addiction. Such issues were irrelevant.”

She has an image of the moment. She is wearing black pants and a hoodie, a cap with a bobble on her head, sitting on the wooden floor with the door behind her. She is slender. Her posture is humble so you do not see her expression. She is presenting her daughter on her lap for the young ones to see and they are standing close, fawning and reaching out to the baby.

A young boy, eight, asked the parents: “Why are there no men?” The moms tried to explain that the fathers had obligations, called away to other tasks, that they would be there if they could.

“Once I become a parent,” Jacob said, “I’m going to be the best dad ever. I’m gonna show them that they deserve to be loved.”

Stephanie and her companion made eye contact. “I just lost it and fell apart,” Stephanie said. “If this little kid could see that these babies deserve to be loved, then I could do this. I would become a mother.”

Approaches for managing infants affected by substances have been used for a long time.

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