A Pregnant Woman's Battle with Fentanyl Addiction: Choosing Motherhood Transformed Their Futures.

Eight months pregnant and in severe pain, a woman named Stephanie went to the hospital emergency room after a serious infection started to spread up her legs. Unemployed and homeless, separated from loved ones, she resided in a small structure she had built in a companion's property. She was also hooked on fentanyl.

As physicians addressed her infection, she began to panic. Withdrawal was setting in. She bent over the bedside and became sick.

Stephanie ultimately gave in. “I need to leave. I have to go home and take a hit.”

She had used fentanyl before seeking medical help and had only a brief window to get treated before she was compelled to leave to get high again. She thought she still had four weeks left to plan her recovery and give birth.

The attending nurse disagreed. She told Stephanie she was staying put.

“I am leaving,” Stephanie said.

But the doctors would not let her go: the leg infection was critical, but medical staff detected she also had an amniotic fluid leak. The nurse, Izzie, warned her: if she departed, she and her baby would be at risk of death.

The nurse convinced the doctor to give Stephanie controlled doses of fentanyl at regular intervals, knowing that abstinence might harm her and the baby. Post-birth Stephanie would be placed on methadone, a medication that eases withdrawal and is often prescribed in addiction recovery.

After five days, on 12 November 2022, Stephanie had a daughter weighing 4lb 8oz – early, tiny yet healthy.

When the attendant inquired if she wanted to hold her baby, Stephanie said “no.” She was emotionless. Her pain relief did not work, her final administration of fentanyl had been provided shortly before she gave birth.

She felt sick. Unprepared to be a mother. Not fit.

Stephanie had sought recovery several times during pregnancy, and felt awful each time she was unsuccessful. She felt hopeless, berating herself for not being able to achieve the unattainable. An obstetrician told her to “just” stop using. Even her source refused to sell to her when she became clearly expecting.

“But I couldn’t,” she said. “I required assistance.”

The common assumption that her bond with her newborn would make her recover only led to deeper self-loathing and self-abuse, a trigger for her to return to drugs. Yet she could not just wish her addiction away, any more than she could will away a chronic disease.

The newborn was transferred to the NICU. When Stephanie at last met her, she was attached to tubes and leads, so tiny she thought she would harm her. Cradling her initially, she felt detached. “I just stared at her and was like, ‘What am I going to do with you?’” She remained uncertain she wanted to be her mother.

After two days she decided to call her daughter the same as her nurse, after the professional who provided support to her.

Medical personnel told her about Maddie’s Place, a innovative treatment home where women and their babies are cared for jointly, not apart.

In numerous states, where a baby is identified with newborn addiction symptoms frequently, infants are still rushed to special care and given drugs while their mothers face custody evaluations. But a small, growing network of centers like this facility is demonstrating a key fact: when families are kept intact, outcomes improve, foster placements fall and long-term costs decline.

It took Stephanie a period to find strength to call, but she ultimately reached out. After verifying her eligibility for the program, a couple of employees came to pick her up.

She departed the institution still in withdrawal, anxious and doubtful about what would happen next.

At the care center, Stephanie still feared that authorities would come take Izzie – even though she was hesitant about parenting. The fear lingered: that at any time, someone could enter and take her baby away.

For the first two weeks, Stephanie kept to herself. “I didn’t really want anything to do with any of them,” she said. “I didn’t have a lot of trust at that point.”

Homelessness, she said, was about enduring. Substances came first; faith came last.

Stephanie had a trusted ally, but even that connection was tenuous. The individuals she cared for always found ways to cause pain. She was unable to care for herself, let alone anyone else.

Daily, staff from the facility transported her to a treatment center, administered in pill form. Over time, she was starting to get clean.

She spent every minute when not in sessions with Izzie, and could see that her baby was getting the specialized care she needed. Her girl had some trouble feeding at first, with sensitivity to certain foods and pronounced gastrointestinal issues. She needed nutritional guidance. She also had heightened sensory issues and required an professional – all frequent conditions for babies exposed to substances.

When a child recognizes these infants need affection, then I found the strength. I could parent.

During a pre-holiday visit, Stephanie remained in the shared space, where parents in active addiction can come for guided meetings with their babies. A support specialist, a peer support specialist, came over with her own children in tow to drop off cookies. They all assembled beside Stephanie, who was sitting on the floor holding Izzie.

The young ones stared in awe of the small baby in Stephanie’s arms. “They were innocent,” Stephanie said. “They didn’t care that I had used drugs with her. None of those things mattered to them.”

She has an image of the moment. She is wearing black pants and a hoodie, a gray knit hat with a decoration on her head, seated on the ground with the exit nearby. She is lean. Her head is tilted forward so you miss her features. She is holding Izzie up on her lap for the children to see and they are crowding near, fawning and reaching out to the baby.

A young boy, eight, asked the parents: “Where are all the dads?” The parents responded that the dads were busy, engaged elsewhere, that they would be there if they could.

“When I have kids,” Jacob said, “I plan to be a great parent. I’m gonna show them that they deserve to be loved.”

Stephanie and her companion exchanged glances. “I broke down,” Stephanie said. “If this little kid could see that newborns require care, then I found the courage. I could parent.”

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