My Baby’s Skin Hardened & Split Seconds After Birth — But She Isn’t Any Less Beautiful

As I sat alone in a hospital room in shock staring at the wall in front of me, my brain was on repeat. I just kept hearing, “What just happened?” Visions of my daughter, the little girl I had thought about, prayed about, and planned for years for was here, finally. But the moment that was supposed to complete my family, the last piece in the most beautiful puzzle, was suddenly gone — not just like the piece needed to be flipped over gone, but instead, like someone picked up the puzzle and smashed it, gone. Broken and alone, all I could do was stare and picture her body in my arms.

I had a normal pregnancy up until my water broke at 34 weeks. Still, her stats were great, and we had a C-section because she was breech. It was all very calm and wonderful — until it wasn’t.

 

When they took her out, I heard her cry, and they said, "She is beautiful." Those are the words every mother wants to hear, so I smiled and relaxed.

Jennie Wilklow

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When they took her out, I heard her cry, and they said, “She is beautiful.” Those are the words every mother wants to hear, so I smiled and relaxed.

Behind that curtain though, things were becoming very terrifying.

Harlequin Ichthyosis is not something most people, even those in the medical profession, are familiar with. As they tried frantically to help her, her skin hardened within seconds. After hardening, it began to split, causing open wounds all over her body. Behind the curtain I began to sense their frantic, panicked feeling, and I asked if things were OK. They told me yes and asked if I wanted more medicine to calm me; after that, I was out for the rest of what occurred. My husband was brought out and made to choose between larger hospitals and told she had a condition but it was unknown what.

 

He was handed our Anna and was able to look deep into her eyes just moments before they swelled, and she could not open them again for many days.

Jennie Wilklow

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He was handed our Anna and was able to look deep into her eyes just moments before they swelled, and she could not open them again for many days.

I woke up and reached for my husband, and then I was out again. Once again, I woke up and asked where he was, and I was told he was with the baby. As they were taking me to recovery, I asked if the baby was OK, and they responded, “We will talk about that in the room.” I did not ask more; I did not want to know more. I felt as if somehow by wanting a girl so badly I had jinxed myself, and I wasn’t ready to hear bad news. I wasn’t ready for my life to be different. I just wasn’t ready.

 

First they told me it was a birth defect, and I thought, it’s OK I can fix it.

Jennie Wilklow

First they told me it was a birth defect, and I thought, it’s OK I can fix it.

They make prosthetics, they can do surgery for sure in 2017; they can fix it. My husband’s silence scared me; he just sat in shock as the doctor left, and I prodded for more info. He just kept saying, “It’s bad.” What does that even mean? I thought in my head. He told me, “Jennie, I looked in her eyes, and she has the most beautiful soul.”

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Broken is the only way to describe the feeling as they placed her body in my arms.

Jennie Wilklow

Broken is the only way to describe the feeling as they placed her body in my arms.

For months her skin had been growing at an accelerated rate, and all at once, upon hitting the outside air, it began to dry. Her fingers were being squeezed and turning blue and her toes were on the bottom of her feet from the skin being so tight. Everyone was frantically trying to diagnose her, but they had never seen anything like this. She was fine; everything was perfect, and then it wasn’t — just like that. 

What is so scary about any tragedy or trauma is that it happens just like that. Things are fine (perfect even), and then suddenly they are not.

 

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Your decisions in these moments define who you are and what you become.

Jennie Wilklow

Your decisions in these moments define who you are and what you become.

I spent most of the next two days trying not to look up her condition and thinking how she would have zero quality of life if she lived. I allow myself to admit this thought because it was only in that moment, at the most confused and alone time of my life, that I thought maybe she would be better off dead. That question came into my head more than once, and I tried to focus on other things. People came in and out. They told me stories of other people with this and how great they were doing. It seemed everyone had looked it up but me because I still wasn’t ready. My husband came to get me from the hospital and bring me to Anna.

 

He told me how the doctor didn’t give her much if any chance of surviving. He thought he could probably keep her alive until I got there to see her.

Jennie Wilklow

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He told me how the doctor didn’t give her much if any chance of surviving. He thought he could probably keep her alive until I got there to see her.

My heart stopped, and I became immediately sick. I had never been more affected by any words I had ever heard in my life. I decided at that moment that my Anna couldn’t and wouldn’t die because, to put it simply, I would never be ready for that. If the feeling I had just experienced were to last for more than a fleeting moment, then I would never recover if she died.

 

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