Birth at 33 weeks gestational age: Our Rainbow NICU Baby Story

33 week gestational age pregnant belly

One in ten babies is born prematurely in the United States.  Babies who are born earlier risk complications with breathing and development.  I never expected it, but I gave birth at 33 weeks gestational age. 

Our baby boy was my fourth child, and spent time in the NICU due to my severe preeclampsia.  I am a birth professional, blessed at the bedside (or tub-side, shower-side, floor-side, and I think even a hallway or two) of hundreds, if not thousands of babies’ births.  No two deliveries have ever been the same. 

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My “Normal” Births

None of my births have been in the same realm.  My first three were straightforward hospital deliveries attended by hospital midwives.  They were each beautiful in their own right.

For my first two children, my water broke first, followed by inductions after.  I set the bar pretty low- my first baby came after 6 hours of pushing.  Thankfully, my second came quicker- but still required medication (oxytocin) to move things along.

An Introduction to Preeclampsia

When our third baby came, I did not expect it. My blood pressure crept up after a 24-hour call shift.  My blood work looked normal two days later, but my blood pressure stayed up. I went home to do 24-hour urine to check for protein by peeing in a giant orange jug for 24 hours.  Glamorous, huh?

Here I was, only 35 weeks pregnant, and I had too much protein in my urine.  So, we scheduled induction at 37 weeks- and I pouted every step of the way.  I wanted an unmedicated birth, complete with spontaneous contractions and water labor!  However, I knew that the health of myself and my babe was paramount.  Yep, I sucked it up.  

33 week gestational age pregnant belly in a pumpkin patch

Then the headache came, and with it, a pair of sparkle bunnies that danced across my line of vision when I entered elevators, looked towards bright lights, or tried to sleep. I knew what it meant- I was sick with preeclampsia and quickly getting sicker.

The baby needed to come sooner rather than later. Maternal-fetal medicine sent me to the hospital for an induction at 36 weeks.  I was grumpy- I wanted my baby to be born full-term. Again– my life was in danger, and I am fully aware of the facts, but no one said I had to be rational.

I gave birth to my daughter in the spring of 2016, and she was perfect. My little preterm baby was well– 6 lbs 8 oz. She was strong and fierce, and other than breastfeeding issues- she excelled every step of the way.  She is a vibrant, feisty little girl.  

Fast forward to October of this year.

Why didn’t I expect birth at 33 weeks gestational age?

I am a midwife– I’ve immersed myself in pregnancy and labor for the last ten years. Low-risk birth is my bread and butter. I expected a healthy pregnancy and delivery at the beautiful birthing center I worked in my midwife friend’s arms.

Yes, I had preeclampsia before, but I knew there were steps to minimize my risk of getting it again by diligently taking my baby aspirin and watching my weight gain. (source)

My sweet little daughter and I were doing yoga several times a week, and I took magnesium supplements. (source)

The human mind is a powerful thing.  I knew I might get preeclampsia, but I believed I had worked hard to prevent it.  

The toughest question I pondered was, “Am I sure I want a water birth, or should I stay flexible?”

As a midwife, I know the best-laid plans often change.

The Induction

However, I always tell my patients- sometimes you can’t help these things.  Sunday morning, in my 31st week, I woke up with a blazing headache like metal etching into my skull, and nothing made the searing pain go away.  I only had relief when I fell asleep in a pitch-black room, but would awaken to a lightning bolt of pain in my head, convinced I would die. 

My blood pressure was 150s/90s continuously.  One week after trying every medication, I received a prescription for betamethasone, a steroid designed to strengthen premature babies’ lungs.  I gave myself two painful injections 24 hours apart.

My induction occurred at precisely 33 weeks gestational age for severe preeclampsia.  I had the most fantastic team of human beings: compassionate nurse-midwives, my favorite physicians, and the most incredibly supportive nurses. 

Despite my high-caliber quality care, I have never been so scared in my whole life.  I remember at 6 am that everything had a green cast.  Later, I lost vision in half of my left eye’s field.

The pain became intense. My baby’s heart dropped, and there was talk of a cesarean section.  But I knew birth wasn’t far off.  I had the best nurse on the planet who listened to every word I said and trusted me.

The Baby 

I flipped onto all fours because I felt sure it was time to have this baby.  They rapidly pushed my bed to the room closest to the NICU to give birth since my baby was before 34 weeks.  I rode the whole way with my rear end up in the air because, if there is anything you need to know about me, I like attention.

Mom and baby during preterm birth

The birth at 33 weeks gestational age was much better than I expected. My calm, kind doctor caught our baby and left the cord attached for several minutes. The NICU physician encouraged me to hold him skin-to-skin for several minutes before taking him to the anteroom for his assessment.   

And even though I risked out of midwifery care, my midwife was at my bedside, physically supporting me.  The nurses were terrific, and I am grateful for the experience. 

In a nutshell-  I cannot overstate that my nurses, doctor, midwife, and neonatology team were mind-blowingly incredible. Baby J came in quite a hurry at 5 pounds 7 oz, 18.5 inches.  He only needed assistance breathing for the first 12 hours but did very well.  

I cried tears of joy after the birth.  My son came out perfectly healthy and pink, but the labor was frightening.   While I labored, I feared that one of us would die.  It sounds surreal and dramatic, but it was a persistent thought throughout the hospital stay. 

Even with all my knowledge and training, perpetual dread consumed me, and it took months to shake.  Because I had rolled directly from my ectopic pregnancy into this one, I fought many demons.  So it’s not shocking that I had risk factors for depression and anxiety.

The NICU Stay

I knew my baby would be checked out by the NICU team and most likely stay in an isolette.  While I’ve seen lots of babies with IVs, it’s different when you’re looking at your child. 

As you can see, his skin tone was quite red.  In his first few days of life, he was put under bilirubin lights to prevent any issues.  He was only under lights for 48 hours and never needed them again.

Photo of 33 week gestation baby under bili lights and with medical lines and tubes

At first, he was only receiving IV fluid with added nutrients.  I was pumping regularly and brought all colostrum to the NICU.  He would get fed everything through the nasogastric tube in his nose.  

After the lights, his skin lost its reddish tone, and he became much more interested in breastfeeding.  Babies with high bilirubin levels can cause them to be lazy and disinterested in the breast.

Photo of 33 week gestation baby with EKG leads, IV in head, tube feeding nasogastric tube


Breastfeeding a preterm NICU baby is hard work, even with experience! J was my fourth baby, and I have helped moms breastfeed for ten years,  but being in the thick of it is entirely different.

At 33 weeks, our baby was in the window of “moderate preterm.”  They are very sleepy and have trouble regulating their temperature.  Feeding on a breast is a lot of work for little mouths, so I mostly breast pumped. 

The first few days were challenging because breastmilk takes a few days to come in.  Early breast milk is known as colostrum and is chock full of antibodies, nutrients, and substance that is ideal for your little nurser. However, pumping twenty minutes 10 times a day and only collecting a few drops is frustrating.  

Once a day, my baby would nurse for 15 minutes.  It was my favorite part of the day.  The rest of the time, I was pumping like crazy on my hospital-grade pump. 

And to put this into perspective, I was lucky.  I had experience breastfeeding.  All my children were nursed, and I was lucky enough to be pumping 25 ounces a day by the end of the first week. Plus, my little guy latched occasionally.

It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I had it easier than many women.  If you know a breastfeeding NICU mom, hug them and bake them a lasagna.  They’re seriously on a different level– that is HARD.

The Bottle

After three weeks of struggling to drive between my children at home and visiting the NICU to stay overnight with baby J as much as possible, I decided to give him a bottle and bring him home instead.  I could either work on breastfeeding at home or make peace with exclusively pumping and bottle feeding. 

If you’re interested in learning about my breastfeeding journey with our NICU baby, check it out.

Dad bottle feeding NICU baby whose birth at 33 weeks gestational age

My husband fed our baby his first bottle around three weeks of age (36 weeks adjusted).  I would try to nurse him, give him a bottle of fresh breast milk from my last pump, and then pump again.  Timing everything was tight, but we made it work.

Regardless of how challenging it was, we brought baby J home after four weeks in the NICU.  He is a cuddly baby who doesn’t like to leave my side.  And who can blame him?  He was in an isolette for quite a while– I don’t want to put him down either.  Good thing that I firmly believe that you can’t spoil a baby!

The Experience of Birth at 33 Weeks Gestational Age

It is tough to share this story, as I am still quite emotional postpartum.  Please, be gentle and leave love in the comments!

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Caitlin Goodwin, DNP, CNM, RN is a professional nurse copywriter with 12 years of experience in the nursing profession. She works as a nursing consultant and health content strategist. If you are looking for a professional content writer, please message me below!


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