It does all seem a blur when I look back now. There were so many emotional ups and downs. We were in a hospital a good 12 hours away from our home, so it was worse in a way, as I had no friends there and no house to go to, no clothes etc... I was basically living in a hostel for the 6 weeks we were there. It was awful. We could only visit certain times of the day, and there were times when we were completely shut off from the NICU, even from getting updates, when a new baby was admitted. I don't know if its the same at other NICUs. There were days when they'd have 2 or 3 babies admitted, and we'd drive across town to see him, and they'd shut and lock the doors on us parents...
It helped to be allowed to do a bit of his care when he was about a week old. We started just being allowed to place our hands on him, and then we moved up to taking his temp. I held him for a few minutes when he was 1 week old, but then had to wait a bit to hold him again. They did encourage us to do Kangaroo Care as soon as he could tolerate even 5 minutes of it. That helped as well. I will admit that I feel I missed out on bonding with Greg. Of course I love him now, but I think we are missing that essential bond most parents get when they have a newborn.
He just didn't feel like ours. Here we were, new parents, and the hospital nurses were dictating what we could and could not do. They told us when we were touching him wrong, they knew when he was having a bad day, they knew what was best for him.... I didn't feel like his mom. I felt like a cow... literally and figuratively. All I did was pump and pump and pump, and I was fat like a cow... and out if public, I had nothing to show for it!! No one would have known I'd just had a baby, so it just added to the depression. And I couldn't just go home, and I didn't have anything in Victoria with me, besides the one pair of maternity jeans my husband packed while we waited for the airplane to ship me out, a nasty pair of shoes, 1 pair of underwear (I wore the hospital spanky ones for a bit til someone thought to bring our car across for us), and a couple of shirts. It was a truly ridiculous time; there is no way I could sugar coat it.
All in all, he spent 6 weeks in the hospital with a level 3 nursery in Victoria. Then we were flown closer to home, where we stayed til he was 5 months old. So 3.5 months at this other hospital I guess. I'll admit, it still wasn't any better. It was better in that now the initial worry about his health were over and we were just waiting for him to gain weight and mature. It was bad in that I still wasn't at home, was living in the hospital now, and the nurses were still dictating what I could do. Even though he was able to be held, there were many occassions where the nurses just refused to let me because they thought he wouldn't like it etc etc... When he was allowed off oxygen and was able to come to my room, they checked on us every 5 minutes, and would tell me when to bring him back.
It got easier only in that we knew he was actually going to make it. It was no easier in the sense that he still wasn't really mine... he was the hospital's preperty.
But you know what... somehow we did make it. 5 months all total in the hospital, but we did make it. There were days when I thought I was losing it and wanted to just run away, quite honestly.... but somehow I pulled through. And here we are, over 6 yrs later. He is doing great, and although I can remember his hospital stay when pressed to by other people, it's not what I think about on a daily basis.
You will be able to do it. It is going to seem like an eternity, but it will be so worth it in the end. I am facing another preterm birth (at least I hope I can make it to viability at least), and right now, if it would mean having my baby come home with me eventually, then I would gladly do it all over again. I would definately do some things different this time though. Excercise...sitting in a hospital all day, not really moving, and not exposed to much light.... it will take a toll on you. Don't feel bad if you need to just stay away for one day to go see friends, sleep in, or shop or something. You can still call for updates, and if your really concerned ask a friend or relative to sit in with him. You have to remember to do stuff for yourself. If he was at home with you, you would still be doing stuff for yourself, you'd just be packing him along with you. So it shouldn't be any different now that he's here and in the hospital. Go out and do stuff for yourself. Make sure you have a cell phone on you at all times, but just go do something!! Use this time to do his bedroom, organize your house... whatever!! Don't feel guilty for not being with him 24/7; he needs their care, and he is in the best place possible for him right now.
But by all means, I would ask about Kangaroo Care right now!! By his age, Greg was tolerating them, even though it was only 10 minutes here, and maybe 20 minutes there. He was still hooked up to monitors, but the skin to skin contact was vital!!! Just think, tribes in Africa are doing this with prems from the get go... why can't you do it too?? And see if you can get involved with doing his care, like diaper changes, temperature etc... It helped us alot.
Good luck hon.