I have read through the majority of this post with comments how the medical team tells the parents that resuscitation or intubating is unnecessary/more or less pointless. Honestly, it makes me so sad. HERE'S WHY:
I was born at 23-24 weeks in 1986. I weighed 1 pound, 12 ounces. I had a long 3 month battle in the NICU and was on oxygen for a full year after leaving the hospital to go home. The doctors explained to my parents that I would probably be blind (my eyes were still fused), deaf, and/or have cerebral palsy. Since my lungs were obviously so under-developed, I would blow holes in them several times throughout my NICU stay, and I would have to be rushed to emergency surgery to repair them. My parents were warned that this typically causes brain bleeds, which can of course lead to a host of other complications/issues. The scans ran on my brain after every surgery consistently reported NO brain bleeds at all.
There's always room for a miracle. I was more or less a guinea pig in 1986. From what I was told, they had to guess and estimate the best dosages for my size and weight, and experiment with different medications, etc. I was born in San Antonio at one of the best NICU units in Texas.
I had no choice in any of my treatment, obviously, but I fought. My parents fought. My NICU nurses and doctors fought for me. And more than that, I was covered in prayer. God can still perform miracles and I know without a doubt that I am one of them.
I pray for every NICU baby you guys come into contact with. A NICU miracle doesn't always mean a disaster is waiting to happen down the road, although I realize that may be your "norm". My main problems as a grown woman? I have slight scoliosis, wear contacts since my vision is so bad, and have a thyroid problem. I live a full, normal life, am happily married, and am going back to school for a second bachelor's degree for Nursing. Thanks for taking the time to read this.