Spot 12 Wins Award!

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU has won the 2017 Next Generation Indie Book Awards in the Parenting/Family category. This is a huge honor! I even won a small cash prize as part of the award. I’m awed. Here is the awards announcement.

The award ceremony took place in June in New York during the Book Expo America, which I hear is a big shin-dig. Just as I wrapped up House of Rougeaux, my first novel, I began writing the next book in what will be a series. I did not plan it this way, but turns out there is more to tell. I have been collaborating with the publisher and designer, working on getting the cover for House of Rougeaux just right. We’ve been working for months now. It’ll be nice to finally get to that stage where the advance copies are printed, hopefully soon. Stay tuned for more about House of Rougeaux, like a description and the cover! It’s scheduled to publish in the Spring of 2018.

 

 

My Kid is in the NICU, Now What?!

Recently, I was asked on to the podcast ONE BAD MOTHER to talk about my graphic memoir Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU. It’s a 100-page comic about my experience as a mother with a baby in the NICU, and how, in part, my mental health worsened over the course of the hospital stay.

When I was on the podcast, Biz Ellis asked me if I had advice for parents, friends or family with someone they love in the NICU. I found I had a lot to say about the subject! I thought it might be worth sharing this information here, just in case it might help someone else in a similar situation. There’s definitely more in the podcast interview, and you can find it in itunes or here’s the link to episode 189: ONE BAD MOTHER.

So here it goes, if I had known then what I know now… here is what I would have told myself:

1) Get as much help and support as you can.

When Asa was in the NICU I needed help with the basics. I needed help with food, with laundry, etc. and I needed someone to stay with Asa when I had to do other things. Chris and my mom and I took turns staying with Asa, so we were able to cover a lot of time, but we still needed other people. Chris was working, my mom was doing all kinds of errands, I was on the breast pump many hours a day, and once we started the tracheostomy training the three of us were away from Asa at the same time for 3 hours twice a week.

I also needed to get outside and take a walk every day, though I didn’t know it at first, I needed the fresh air, the exercise and a touch of normalcy. Every minute I was away from Asa felt like a heinous crime on my part, but the more I walked the better off I was. Unless a person is injured or too depleted, exercise is actually medicine for every known ailment, mental or physical, scientifically proven.

I also very much needed emotional support. All the focus was on Asa, the one in the picture who was in critical condition and who needed everything, so all that focus was entirely appropriate. On the other hand, I was in crisis, having been through a traumatic birth and then dealing with Asa’s ongoing medical crisis. What I really needed was to talk to someone every single day. At first I just talked to someone once in awhile. There weren’t that many people I felt I could call for support, and I didn’t want to over-tax anyone. A few months in I began talking with one of the hospital psychologists once a week. That was great, but there were a hell of a lot of hours in between those appointments. Finally I asked a few family friends if I could call them regularly for support and they said yes, so in the end I was able to talk to someone most days, even if it was only a few minutes. I asked my support people to help me with calming down and thinking positively, or sometimes I just cried my eyes out.

2) That baby is YOUR baby.

Having a baby in the NICU means that as a primary care provider you, the parent, are immediately ousted. Or at least it can seem that way. However, no matter what happens, that is YOUR baby. TRUST your instincts! The doctors and nurses are authorities in the situation, but you have instincts about how to care for your baby that no one else does. Find every way you can to be with your baby, talk and sing to your baby, touch your baby, find ways to hold your baby even if you can’t pick them up. Asa had some procedures that required holding still, we found that Asa stayed much calmer if we helped with the holding and spoke soothing word throughout. We found that some of the medical staff were very encouraging for us to participate in Asa’s care, and some acted like we were in the way and interfering. I was often worried about ruffling their feathers, I worried Asa’s care would suffer if I complained or asked for too much. What I would say to myself then, knowing what I learned in the process, is: don’t worry about pissing people off a little. Advocate for your child for what you think is best. Be as diplomatic as possible, of course, but do what you think is right!

3) Look out for signs of postpartum depression.

Prior to Asa being born I didn’t have a history of depression and I didn’t know the signs. For the first month or two I was pretty constantly upset and terrified, but I assumed I was just reacting as any normal person would react to the events that were unfolding. However, over time, and with all the accumulated stress and trauma, I descended down into a very deep depression. One of the things I noticed (in hindsight) was that at a certain point I got no relief from crying. Normally if I am upset about something to the point of crying, and I cry, then afterward I feel some relief, calmer, I can think better, and I can move into a happier emotional state. Once I was depressed I felt exactly the same after crying as before, which was terrible all the time, there was no emotional variation. Another thing that happened was that I could no longer do normal things, like wash dishes. When Asa was in the NICU, Chris and I stayed in an on-site residence at the hospital for parents of NICU babies. We had a sink in our room and it would get piled up with dirty dishes, and I would look at them but not be able to get up and wash them. I also had relentless dark thoughts. Thankfully I never became suicidal, but if I was crossing a street and saw a car coming, I did think “what if…” Lastly, though there were other signs, there was the moment when I clashed with my mom over something tiny, completely lost it, and attacked a Coke machine. Then, after hitting the Coke machine as hard as I could, I dropped to the ground and screamed. I screamed in a public place. Things had gotten pretty far. After that incident I made the decision to get on anti-depressants. Had I known the signs of serious depression I would have made that decision a lot sooner, and I believe it would have helped me be a little more sane.

How is Asa Now?

Asa is doing great and, since 5th grade, is using the pronouns they/them. They had the hole in Their neck that was made for the Tracheotomy repaired over a year ago. I did a series of blog posts that are more detailed about her childhood. You can find those here: Raising Asa.

Asa (left) with friend, December 2016

Spot 12, the book

My graphic memoir Spot 12 (memoir in comic book form) was published in October 2016, and is available In the US and Canada everywhere books are sold. There are also some copies in various libraries in the US and Canada. It is also available in Spanish (called Cunero 12). The ebook version of Cunero 12 is available now, and the Spot 12 ebook should be appearing soon. Thanks for your interest in my work!

Jenny Jaeckel

Genderqueer in 6th Grade

Close to two years ago in the fourth grade, Asa, my then exclusively-boy’s-clothes-wearing daughter, heard the term “gender-neutral” in a class discussion on gender. This term really resonated with Asa, who by this time was not feeling like a boy or a girl, but something like both, neither, or in-between. Asa wanted to “re-identify,” wanted us to start using gender-neutral pronouns, and did not want Chris (my husband) or I to use the word “daughter.” For Chris and I, no problem! We are very clear it’s our job to help Asa be Asa, whoever that is. We also know Asa to be a person who is dedicated to their values, and who sticks to decisions. Clearly this wasn’t just a whim. So we looked up some gender-neutral pronouns on the internet and started practicing using them.

Fast forward to the 6th grade: Asa’s teacher, who is wonderfully supportive, loaned us a book of short stories by an author from Vancouver who identifies as a “trans person.” This author has gotten the question “Are you a man or a woman?” so many times they wrote a story about it. Asa and I read the story together and discussed different ways to respond to the question “Are you a boy or a girl?” Soon after that talk, a boy at school asked Asa The Question and Asa told me about the interaction after school. Asa was pleased with the conversation, and we both thought it was comic material. Here’s what we came up with.

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For those of you who have been reading my posts about Asa because you were wondering what happened to them after Spot 12, we are now officially caught up to the present! I am posting this with Asa’s permission, and as they allow, I will post from time to time on the journey of parenting. Thanks everyone for tuning into my blog. Have a great Turkey Day!

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU

Spot_12_Cover_90Jenny Jaeckel is author of Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU, the graphic novel coming out this October about Asa’s infancy. Visit the Spot 12 website for more information or visit the publisher’s website: www.raincloudpress.com. You can preorder the book directly from the distributor here: IPG (in English or Spanish). 

Or go to your favorite online retailer to preorder. Spot 12 will also be on the shelf in select bookstores, or have it special ordered.

Difference in Early School Years

asa_bday_partyAs Asa got older (the first few grades of elementary school), more socially aware and more medically stable, dealing with the tracheostomy in some ways became more of a social concern and less of a medical one. She had something that looked different, and she sounded different too. Asa’s peers in class quickly got used to the “trach,” but there was always the first day or week to deal with and she still got a lot of stares in public places, and the occasional rude comment. Once a kid in Asa’s fourth grade class went around saying he had seen Asa’s vocal cords, and once, at a museum, a grown man said to Asa, “You sound like Stephen Hawking.”

On the other hand, we sometimes met other kids and families who were kind and curious, and became friends after striking up that first conversation. Once a kid on the playground said to Asa, “I love your marshmallow necklace!” And one friend of Asa’s, a couple of years younger, told his parents he wanted “a cool necklace like Asa’s.”

Sometimes the comments were confusing or frightening to Asa, such as when one of her kindergarten classmates told her that she would die if her trach tube came out. We changed the trach tube at home regularly and I asked Asa if she remembered when we took out the tube the week before. She did. “Did you die?” I asked. She smiled, and said “No.” We had a lot of conversations about all these comments, which gave Asa the context and clarity she needed to deal with it.

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Asa second from left

Asa wanted to know why she had this problem that other people didn’t have, and we had a lot of conversations on this theme too. To me, it was essential that we frame these talks in a certain way:

A) Problems are a part of life and everyone has them, even if they don’t show on the outside; and

B) We are extremely lucky and have so much to be grateful for.

Asa always wanted to know what kind of problems other people had and we talked about those things. On the gratitude front, we talked about all the things Asa could do, about everything we had and the people who loved us. I liked to mention that I was grateful for the trach tube itself, because it was a life-saver, and allowed Asa to have a healthy, active life. I hope that all this has served as early lessons in compassion and gratitude for Asa, and resilience too.

 

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU

Spot_12_Cover_90Jenny Jaeckel is author of Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU, the graphic novel coming out this October about Asa’s infancy. Visit the Spot 12 website for more information or visit the publisher’s website: www.raincloudpress.com. You can preorder the book directly from the distributor here: IPG (in English or Spanish). 

Or go to your favorite online retailer to preorder. Spot 12 will also be on the shelf in select bookstores, or have it special ordered.

Spot 12 Publishes Today

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I’m excited for Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU to reach a larger audience. Sometimes people ask me what it’s like to reveal such a personal story, and personal struggle, in such a public way. For better or worse, I told it all, but I don’t find the public part too hard. This story is something that happened to a human being under difficult circumstances, and as humans we often find ourselves facing ourselves facing difficulty. I believe we can learn a lot from each other when we share those struggles, and by sharing we learn we have permission to have our experiences as we have them. Should we have been stronger in those hard times? Better somehow? Probably not. Did we learn a lot? Totally. My best hope for Spot 12 is that readers find in it a kind of solidarity. Whatever we go through in this life is something we can share.

Jenny Jaeckel

 

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU

by Jenny Jaeckel

www.spot12book.com

ISBN 978-1-941203-11-8

Spanish ISBN 978-1-941203-12-5 (Cunero 12)

8×10 trade paper

116 pages

b&w illustrations

Distribution: SPU

Description:

A routine prenatal exam reveals a dangerous problem, and Jaeckel and her husband find themselves thrust into a world of close calls, sleepless nights, and psychological crises. Surrounded by disagreements and family tensions, death, and questions of faith, Jaeckel struggles to maintain a positive frame of mind. Against the antiseptic, mechanical reality of the NICU, the dedicated doctors and nurses are drawn as sympathetic and wry animal characters. Doctor Eyes and Nurse Gentlehands are two of the caring individuals who do all they can to save Baby Asa. At times Jaeckel and her husband battle feelings of helplessness and despair, but their determination, hope, insight, bravery, and connection ultimately helps keep their little girl alive.

Asa Begins Kindergarten

Spot_12_Asa_Monkey_barsIn the spring of 2010, when Asa was five, we made plans to relocate from Vancouver to the town of Duncan on Vancouver Island, where some friends of ours had moved the year before, and where we hoped to find more affordable housing, a quieter, greener life, and maybe a more cohesive community. Asa’s health was stable enough now for us to be away from the big hospital in Vancouver, and to be in the vicinity of Victoria General, about an hour away from us on the Island.

 

Spot_12_Asa_Teddy_5With Asa about to start kindergarten, and with nights getting easier all the time, we switched from night nursing hours to daytime, so a nurse could be present with Asa at school. Asa now only needed suctioning when she was sick, so the role of the nurse at school was mostly to look out for any safety or infection hazards around the tracheostomy, and to handle any (unlikely) occasions when the tube might become dislodged. This left the nurses a lot of free time to help the teacher prepare materials for the class and help out with the other kids.

 

Chris and I wondered how things would go socially for Asa at school, having a noticeable visual difference, and also a voice and manner of speaking that were somewhat different because of the trach tube. So far, most kids, we noticed, were curious at first, but once they heard it was “a little tube to help her breathe” seemed to forget about it. There was the occasional rude comment or stare –including from adults– or kid who was freaked out by it, but most of the time there wasn’t an issue. We also had to see how more germ exposure would go for Asa.

 

Spot_12_Asa_Tree_5As it turned out things went fine. Asa didn’t get sick any more often than her peers, and she began making friends, though she connected better in one on one situations rather than in the group. The kindergarten class was a lively place, a little on the loud and chaotic side, and at recess Asa seemed to prefer the monkey bars to socializing. She mastered the monkey bars that year, and, as the school was a French immersion school (yay Canada!) began learning French.
The big theme for me that year was that for the first time since Asa’s birth I had some regular time alone. Being an introvert with a big need for solitude, I pretty much spent Asa’s first five years clinging to sanity by the skin of my fingernails. Asa had never been without either Chris or I during the first five years after the NICU, except when we had a night nurse. Even when we had our playschool I had to be there. After relocating to the Island, life in a new town meant working deliberately on meeting people and making connections, but the hours when Asa was at school became a refuge. In fact, I was so desperate for time to myself that if I accidentally talked to someone in those hours I considered it a waste of time. Eventually I found work I could do at home–sewing dolls for a local company. Over time, as Asa’s care became less intensive, and with these quiet hours in my week, I thankfully began to not just survive, but live.

 

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU

Spot_12_Cover_90Jenny Jaeckel is author of Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU, the graphic novel coming out this October about Asa’s infancy. Visit the Spot 12 website for more information or visit the publisher’s website: www.raincloudpress.com. You can preorder the book directly from the distributor here: IPG (in English or Spanish). 

Or go to your favorite online retailer to preorder. Spot 12 will also be on the shelf in select bookstores, or have it special ordered.

Toddler Trach and Transitioning Off Her G-Tube

Spot_12_blog_TrachOur daughter Asa needed a tracheotomy (trach) and a feeding tube as a very young infant. These were great tools that allowed her to grow older, but they created whole new challenges for my husband and I to face. 

Getting Asa to do all her eating and drinking orally was a long process. She missed the window in early infancy when a baby connects the feeling of hunger to eating because during all her surgeries and respiratory intubation she was fed by tube. Then for a very long time she didn’t experience much hunger because we were constantly feeding her small amounts so she could keep it down–barf management. When we started giving her solid foods at one year old we made purees and put them in the G-tube with big syringes. Technically we weren’t supposed to put solids in the G-tube, only formula, but since we thought real food was much better that’s what we did, without problems. We did end up with food on the ceiling when the syringes slipped, but that didn’t pose any health risks.

Asa’s early eating was all little tastes. We had been advised to make her experience of eating as positive as possible, so we made a point of having fun with food and avoiding power struggles. One of the first things she ate of her own choosing was a tortilla chip that she snatched out of Chris’ hand one day at the park. She didn’t have teeth yet but managed to get it down.

She had a bad stomach flu at about 18 months old, cause for another ER visit. The flu lasted two weeks and she lost a lot of weight. Her legs shrunk down to two little sticks. But once she was better she got very hungry, so she really made the connection between hunger and eating. All day she ran over to the refrigerator making the “eat” sign, and soon enough she gained back the weight.

When Asa was almost three she had been eating and drinking exclusively by mouth for several months and we were at last able to take out the G-tube. She had a surgery to close the stoma (the surgically made hole between stomach and outside her body). The doctors did another scope of her trachea at the same time as the surgery and saw no improvement. The ENT doctor consulted with colleagues in Cincinnati, the “airway capital of North America,” and told us there were just a handful of kids on the continent with Asa’s particular picture. Some of the kids grew out of the condition, ie. grew more cartilage on their own, and some did not. There was no way to know for Asa.

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Asa Left, Captain Underpants Right

However, by this time Asa’s health was generally more stable and we could do more activities and be around other kids more often. When Asa was three, four and five, we took kids’ classes at the local community center –yoga, dance, art, Spanish Mother Goose– spent tons of time at the library, and we also started a playgroup. Asa was ready for some regular peers, but a regular preschool would be far too much germ exposure. My friend Teresa and I organized a group with two other families, pooled our resources and hired a teacher two mornings a week, meeting at each house on a rotating basis. The first teacher we had didn’t work out super well, but the second one we found, Jessica, was amazing. Teresa and I liked her so much we were high-fiving each other during her interview. The kids had a great time and learned all kinds of things through their activities.

 

Along with more peers Asa also had some imaginary friends and pets, also an imaginary brother and second set of parents. Asa’s “other mom” was called Annie. Annie gave her candy and showed her how to put on makeup, and once Asa told me Annie helped her even more than I did. I said that must be a LOT.

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU

Spot_12_Cover_90Jenny Jaeckel is author of Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU, the graphic novel coming out this October about Asa’s infancy. Visit the Spot 12 website for more information or visit the publisher’s website:www.raincloudpress.com. You can preorder the book directly from the distributor here: IPG (in English or Spanish). 

Or go to your favorite online retailer to preorder.

Asa’s Tracheotomy: Learning Language

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Asa signs “cheese”

A big feature of Asa’s toddlerhood was sign language. She had a scope of her trachea at age one, with zero sign of improvement, and as such we didn’t know when she would be able to talk. In order for Asa to use her voice there would have to be enough air bypassing her tracheostomy tube and going through her vocal cords to make sound. So far we didn’t have that. We could hear her breathing through the tracheotomy tube, coughing and sneezing, and the way her breathing changed when she cried, but no voice. I wanted to be sure Asa’s language development would be on par with her age, and of course we wanted her to be able to communicate, so we got some books on baby sign language from the library and started working on our vocabulary.

Pretty quickly we ran out of baby signs, and found that most standard signs were too complicated for Asa to make, so we started inventing. In our case it didn’t matter that the language we were inventing was wholly idiosyncratic. We figured it was all temporary. Asa could hear and this was a stop-gap measure to use until she could speak in the usual way. By the time she between a year and a half Asa knew about 300 signs. We were pretty proud of this and didn’t mind bragging to friends about it once in awhile. But much more important for us was that it was a constant window into Asa’s mind, and she had a lot to say.

Once we went into a doctor’s office and there was music playing in the waiting area. I had scarcely noticed the music, but Asa did the sign for “piano”. It actually was piano music. Another time, at the hospital, she noticed the color grey on the floor and did the sign “grey”. Before long she could put together simple sentences. She might say “Park. Yesterday. Story.” This meant she wanted to hear the story of what happened at the park yesterday. Just because she was there didn’t mean she didn’t want to the story, in fact, Asa’s favorite stories were about things that had happened and she was trying to make sense of. The sign for “story” became useful in meaning “explain, please”. Once we were crossing the street in our neighborhood and an elderly Chinese neighbor looked at Asa and exclaimed, “Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” This was a cultural way of saying, very kindly, “oh, what a lovely child!” that Asa had not heard before. After we passed she looked at me and signed “Story!”

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Asa signing “story”

We also learned that certain jokes were possible with signs that weren’t possible just with regular words. Once Chris and Asa and I went for a walk and when we got to the corner, after leaving our house, we realized we forgot the suction machine. Chris turned back to get it and Asa and I waited on the corner. She was having a snack and was not paying attention when Chris left, so a minute or two later she noticed and signed “Where’s Daddy?” The sign for Daddy involved an open hand and touching thumb to forehead two times, but because of her snack Asa signed “Where’s crackers on my head?” Which we all thought was hilarious and retold the story of many times, and for years to come.

Chris’ dad is called “Pop Pop” by all his ten grandchildren. Once when he came to visit from Philadelphia we made a tape recording of him reading stories to Asa, that she listened to countless times after he left for home. One day Chris told me Asa signed “Asa wants Pop Pop talking, please thank you Daddy” which meant she wanted to hear the tape. We also got extra use out of the sign for Pop Pop because we used it for “papas” the Spanish for potato. By then I was also talking to Asa in Spanish. Asa made up a few of her own uses for signs. We had a sign for “beach” and she decided to use it also for the food “beets”, and we had a sign for “chicken” and she decided to use it to also mean “kitchen”.

Asa was two and a half by the time she could actually start talking, but once she started she was talking almost overnight. Her voice came out very squeaky and with a lot of effort, but it was talking. After that we used sign language once in awhile to communicate when we had to be quiet, or through the car window and like moments, but pretty soon we dropped it entirely. Life zooms forward and suddenly signing was a tool we didn’t need.

Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU

Spot_12_Cover_90Jenny Jaeckel is author of Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU, the graphic novel coming out this October. Visit the Spot 12 website for more information or visit the publisher’s website: www.raincloudpress.com. You can preorder the book directly from the distributor here: IPG (in English or Spanish). 

Or go to your favorite online retailer to preorder.

An Infant’s First Year Home From the NICU

Readers of my book Spot 12: Five Months in the Neonatal ICU have told me they want more. They want to hear what happened to Asa next, and how our family continued to grow, learn and survive. So this summer I’m putting together some posts to fill this request. Here is the first installment.

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Asa outside with Parents (from Spot 12)

Things got so much better once we were able to leave the hospital, but it wasn’t easy. We did our best to manage the chaos, discover how to live in the outside world with Asa and all she required, weather the crises that arose, and generally survive the stress that was through the roof on a daily basis. The business of feeding Asa and maintaining an open airway was non-stop, messy and often scary, but we could go on walks, to parks, and eventually friends’ houses and other places. For the first year and a half any kind of group activity was impossible, and even the library was barely doable. The suction machine was loud, the supplies were cumbersome, the looks from strangers were withering, and Asa’s puking was spectacular.

Let’s talk about the puking. The coughing and suctioning because of the trach triggered Asa’s gag reflex, and combined with her compromised esophagus she puked the full contents of her stomach several times a day. I was still pumping and we tube-fed her breast milk exclusively for her first year. We went home from the hospital with an elaborate tube feeding pump that we quickly abandoned in favor of using syringes to put milk in the tube. Since Asa had so much difficulty keeping anything down, we eventually were feeding her very small amounts every half hour. I often felt that it would save a tremendous amount of cleaning and laundry if I just dumped the milk I pumped straight into the washer. Once at a hospital visit Asa puked on my shirt and on my pants in such a way that it appeared that I had puked on myself and also wet my pants. We were in a public area and we had to wait for 20 minutes like that for Chris to pick us up. Another time we stopped into our neighborhood Ethiopian restaurant for takeout and Asa puked gallons all over their floor. Another time Chris took her to the grocery store and she puked gallons just as he was trying to pay and wrangle the groceries with a whole line of people behind him.Puking_Spot_12

Somehow though, Asa absorbed enough calories to grow and thrive. She was happy. She learned things. She had fun. Somehow we managed to keep her afloat and despite the craziness, she had a good life. We found lots of ways to be creative and find solutions to living within the limits. The fall and winter before her first birthday there were many days when the Vancouver rain was so heavy going out was unthinkable. We had a small one bedroom apartment, and I set up Asa for playtime in different spots –like spending 20 minutes in the bathroom with blocks– and with interludes of going out for interludes in the rain, so that she would feel like the day had variety.

One saving grace was that we got Asa an exer-saucer, having her upright was helpful with the puking, and since she couldn’t crawl yet allowed her to play with toys and turn around when she wanted. Another saving grace, of course, was friends. There was one particularly bad day when I had been up since 3:00 in the morning (I still slept very little). Asa’s G-tube came out accidentally and I had to get a neighbor to help me so I could get it back in. We got used to the G-tube coming out eventually, but that day it was a new situation and added a lot to the stress load. In addition, Asa was especially pukey that day. By late morning we had gone through the feed, puke, change clothes cycle about six times, and I had to turn my back on her so she wouldn’t see me crying. Just when I was at the end of my rope my friend Teresa came by with her infant son Griffin. Griffin was younger than Asa but already crawling, and as soon as Teresa took him out of the carrier and put him on the floor, he marched straight over to Asa. He actually crawled, rather than marched, but you have to imagine a march-style crawl. They were instant friends. I felt like having Teresa there saved my life that day. Two friendly faces, and something going on besides me being crushed by my desperate exhaustion, at that moment was everything I needed.

One time, a month or two after leaving the hospital, when Asa was six or seven months old, a friend of mine asked me if I had wanted to “throttle” Asa yet. This was a well intentioned comment, the kind that hopes to normalize the frustrations of parenting an infant, and I understood that, but all the same hearing that felt like a kick in the face. If you’ve seen your baby nearly die from asphyxiation, and watched her struggle to breathe the whole of her life, you just don’t imagine throttling her yourself. As freaked out as I ever got I never once got angry at Asa. It was so clear that none of this was her fault, and so clear that she had been through a lot of hell. Every time I recalled that comment, which unfortunately haunted me for months after–a testament to my state of mind–I felt that kick in the face all over again. However, the larger context was this: we were at home, we were not any longer in the hospital. This point of reference made the worst day a hundred times better than all the days in the NICU. And even more than that, Asa was growing, Asa was healthy, Asa was happy. This is what kept me going.

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Spot 12 ~ Kirkus Review

Spot 12 is reviewed on a major book review website, Kirkus Reviews. The review is very positive and I’m so pleased. Kirkus Reviews decided to include the review in their print magazine as well, which is a great honor. Thanks Kirkus! Read it on their website: https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/jenny-jaeckel/spot-12/

Or down below. I’m going to try and post once a month at least until publication time (October). Stay tuned for the next installment related to Spot 12. And don’t forget to check out the website dedicated to Spot 12. It will have the most current information about the forthcoming publication.

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Spot 12 ~ Kirkus Review

Jaeckel (For the Love of Meat , 2016, etc.) catalogs her daughter’s five months in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit in this graphic memoir. When it was discovered that the author was suffering from a buildup of amniotic fluid, her doctors recommended inducing labor early. Shortly after the birth, physicians found that her daughter, Asa, suffered from tracheoesophageal fistula, a rare esophagus defect that needed to be corrected with surgery. So began a monthlong process to ensure that Asa could breathe and eat correctly and would be safe from the dangers of infection. It was touch and go, with Jaeckel and her husband, Cito, restricted in their access to Asa. Jaeckel was particularly affected by the stress of the situation.

With this memoir, told in paneled illustrations like a graphic novel, the author chronicles her experiences with doctors and nurses (of various degrees of patience and gentleness), supportive friends, her intrusive mother, and the esoteric acronyms that categorize hospital life (“Her SATS are low,” reads one speech bubble. “She had T.P.N. and now she’s still N.P.O.”). The people in the memoir are represented in the illustrations as stylized animals, reminiscent of Art Spiegelman’s seminal graphic novel, Maus . Jaeckel and her family, too, are mice, while the supporting characters are a mix of dogs, cats, deer, frogs, and other endearingly drawn creatures. The illustrations greatly soften what, as simple prose, might read as an extremely serious and upsetting account of a sick infant. The depictions of Asa as a tiny mouse with wires and tubes taped to her body are simultaneously adorable and tragic. In the book’s strongest moments, Jaeckel discusses and draws her own fraught emotional state, which leads to very striking panels of symbolic representation: tiny animals separated by immense, inky blackness, and Asa tranquilly aloft among the stars or suspended at the middle of the Tree of Life. Though hospitals, and illness in general, can often rob patients of their individuality, Jaeckel has managed to represent such a world in a unique and highly personalized way.

A memorable and beautifully executed memoir of a newborn’s difficult first months.

-Kirkus Reviews