I was born early, my mom was medicated too much during her emergency c-sectionand so, besides seeing my dad briefly, I spent the first 24 hours only with the NICU nurses. When my mom woke up, I still had to stay in the NICU so she mostly sat by the glass wall “next” to me. At some point I was given a lion WubbaNub pacifier and my mom was instructed to keep it as sanitary as possible. The time she sat by me, waiting for everything to be ok her energies poured into finding a way to keep the WubbaNub as clean and safe from crumbs, dirt, germs, etc. But she only ran into dead ends. And so, the need for the Keepsie was born in the NICU when my mom discovered that there wasn’t a cover that was able to be used on the pacifier since it was connected to the animal. For years she worked on making the Keepsie a real product and finally, it is! In honor of me, in support of you and made for your baby.
I needed to come out. 6 ½ weeks before my due date my heartbeat was dropping. There wasn’t anything indicating to my mom this was going on, but it was. On the day she decided to paint my furniture and get my room ready I called on something out of my control to send her some sort of indication something was wrong. That night she discovered she had spotted and completely forgot the fact that she had spotted my whole time in her, so she called our nurse. The nurse happened to be my Godmother’s coworker at our OB’s office. This couldn’t have been a better situation because even though my mom stopped spotting, they asked her what she wanted to do, and it was her choice. Immediately she said she wanted to go to the hospital so off we went, despite my dad and the doctor telling her she probably just overworked herself and could wait until the morning. But my mom goes with her gutand she insisted. Even though it was uneventful the first 8 hours of us there they letus stay because of my Godmother and the fact they had the space. My mom sent my dad home but didn’t sleep at all, she just watched the monitors of both of us. And then, about 3am the monitor sent my mom in a panic because my heartrate went down. She rang the nurse who said “Well, that definitely assures your overnight stay”. I could feel my mom getting worried despite the reassurance that our doctor was being called. Things were quiet after that... until they weren’t. Two hours later my mom froze in fear as she watched my heartrate plummet. Dropping, dropping, down and down it went. My mom couldn’t call the nurse this time, but I heard her call my mom and say, “I saw that, I’m coming”. Within seconds voices were all around us, my mom was taking medicine, I heard her call my dad and tell him as calmly as possible that she’d like for him to come now and then I heard our Dr’s voice ask my mom if she was ready. “No” I heard her cry. Everyone took over from there and I listened to my mom’s fear in her heart. She was so scared. No one knew what was really happening to me, but they all were telling my mom that I absolutely needed to come out now. We began quickly moving down the hall after a hug from my dad. My mom sat on the operating table forehead to forehead with ourDr. as they read each other’s eyes for the last few seconds before the operation. They had a hard time regulating my mom’s blood pressure, so she was being filled with medication to equalize it every time it raised or fell. The medication kept her asleep for nearly a day while the NICU nurses took care of me. They continued to take great care of me while other nurses helped my mom until we went home together.
I just turned 7 and I’m in 1st grade. I can tell you this story in person along with whatthe Keepsie is because both are such a part of me. The Keepsie is my legacy in many ways. I know it mostly as something that can help babies keep dirt and germsout of their mouth, so every baby we pass by I tell my mom how they need the Keepsie. I’ve even been known to tell the moms myself ? We keep Keepsies with uswherever we go so that we can just give them away. My mom’s a social worker by trade and regardless of this being a business, she tells me she can’t just take the need to give out of her. But from listening, watching and helping with the Keepsie I’ve mostly learned that love is at the heart of Keepsie through the giving, the way itcame about, the corners my mom refused to cut (like with the safe material and it being made in our USA) and the way my mom and dad make sure that they are completely hands on with customers and the Keepsie. I wasn’t ever able to have mylion covered with a Keepsie because it took too long to make it as good as it is, but I’m glad your baby’s BFF can be kept as safe, clean and long lasting with your Keepsie. Please tell them, there’s a little bit of love from each of us in it! Love, My mom’s inspiration