mrsraggle
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On my last night in the hospital after Eloise's birth I shared the ward with a heroine user (taking prescribed methadone during pregnancy).
She refused to feed her baby because she was too tired. Had the windows wide open and the baby just wearing a vest because she'd brought nothing for her with her. In the morning, her partner arrived shouting down the corridor, 3 hours late, obviously drugged to his eye balls. They spent the rest of the day running downstairs at every opportunity for a cigarette leaving their baby on her own, not even asking me to keep an eye on her, though of course I did. I had my own baby, my own baby blues, and I was cuddling this newborn whose mommy preferred to disappear off for a fag.
The boyfriend hadn't bought any clean clothes to the hospital for the mum. In fact he actually called someone, I presume a friend, and asked her to bring a pair of her knickers for the mum to wear... not go out and buy a packet... actually bring her own.
He was late because the landlord of his home had come round that morning to demolish one whole wall! This baby had no home to go to... no clothes... and most of the day, no parents!
Her mum and dad were clearly unfit even though the mum was having methadone. Social Services came immediately and discussed the possibility of the baby being taken away right there on the ward. I heard it all and it was heartbreaking. The mum really felt that she could care for the baby, and maybe she could've, but the dad couldn't. No way.
I asked to be discharged as it was all too distressing for me, dealing with my own blues and failing to BF. I felt awful walking out with my baby knowing that girl was probably going home without hers.
I think of that baby every day, without fail.
(Sorry, bit long there).
She refused to feed her baby because she was too tired. Had the windows wide open and the baby just wearing a vest because she'd brought nothing for her with her. In the morning, her partner arrived shouting down the corridor, 3 hours late, obviously drugged to his eye balls. They spent the rest of the day running downstairs at every opportunity for a cigarette leaving their baby on her own, not even asking me to keep an eye on her, though of course I did. I had my own baby, my own baby blues, and I was cuddling this newborn whose mommy preferred to disappear off for a fag.
The boyfriend hadn't bought any clean clothes to the hospital for the mum. In fact he actually called someone, I presume a friend, and asked her to bring a pair of her knickers for the mum to wear... not go out and buy a packet... actually bring her own.
He was late because the landlord of his home had come round that morning to demolish one whole wall! This baby had no home to go to... no clothes... and most of the day, no parents!
Her mum and dad were clearly unfit even though the mum was having methadone. Social Services came immediately and discussed the possibility of the baby being taken away right there on the ward. I heard it all and it was heartbreaking. The mum really felt that she could care for the baby, and maybe she could've, but the dad couldn't. No way.
I asked to be discharged as it was all too distressing for me, dealing with my own blues and failing to BF. I felt awful walking out with my baby knowing that girl was probably going home without hers.
I think of that baby every day, without fail.
(Sorry, bit long there).