Heyo
My baby boy Remi was born at 33+4 because i had severe PE so was induced. He's now 6 months old and doing reasonably well, a few hiccups here and there.
All in all i think i coped with everything that happened pretty well, i think i only remember one tearful breakdown during his entire stay which finishe at just under 3 weeks. During the whole time i just focused really hard on not all those miserable sad thoughts that were going to keep me down, i insisted on an upbeat attitude and like most mums threw myself into being at the hospital as much as possible and into pumping. I got into a routine of dropping my toddler off at daycare or a baby sitter then going straight to the hospital spending the day there, then going home feeding hubby and toddler dinner then going back to the hospital to do a night feed. I thought i did really well and was honestly pretty positive the whole time, people used to ask how hard it is and i was always say with complete honesty that i'm doing pretty well. But everytime i look back on our journey i get all choked up and can't think about it.
There's just so many things that i struggled with and i just feel like i want to finally get it out.
I didn't know that i wouldn't be allowed to hold him, i just had no idea. I knew he wouldn't come home with us, i knew he wouldn't be able to feed very well, i knew i wouldn't have skin to skin the moment he was born and i think the preparation i did for his birth made a huge difference in how well i coped with the stay. But one thing i didn't know was that i wouldn't be allowed to hold him. I was completely not expecting that. Some nurses said i can get him out multiple times a day and some said it's been too much and he can't come out again. So i never knew if that day was going to be a day where it wouldn't be a problem or where they were going to say no. It was so awful, just down right awful, going to the nursery with balls under my feet knowing i get a snuggle only to be told he's been out too much that day they think it's best he stay in. It was just so soul destroying. Of course i didn't argue and wanted to do what was best despite my feelings so when they could see me visibly upset they would say maybe they could make an exception but i always refused saying if they really recommend he stay in then he must stay in. But it just didn't make it any easier, it was such a huge let down. I longed to hold him, to kiss his cheek to smell his hair and to feel his warm body on my chest and to be told that it's not happening i just can't even... think about. Even now i'm starting to cry again.
The second thing that really got me i think grew from the first, i do not blame the staff at all but this constant feeling that he wasn't even mine. I felt like he belonged to the hospital and i was allowed to see and have him when they permitted. I bathed him when they said so, i fed him when they said so, i held him when they said so, everything i did i had to run by them. I just wanted him to be mine and not theirs. It just felt so awful, i was in this constant feeling that i didn't even have a baby, they have a baby that they let me visit. They told me on day 2 i think that he'd had a few meconium movements and i was just so miserable that i didn't even change his first nappy, not even his first poo. The day i was to leave hospital i remember being so jubilant and just over the moon he was coming home and that he was finally MINE!!! only to have the nurses tell me that for the next two weeks he is still an in-patient of the hospital so i will have daily weigh ins by a nurse who will visit my house and if he doesn't gain adequate amounts of weight over the next two weeks they will re-admit him into the nursery straight away and he'll stay there until he is gaining adequately. I remember my heart just sinking, i knew that the program was a great idea and if we had any problems it was fantastic that we didn't have to go through the emergency department or our GP. But it just hurt that he still wasn't even mine, even though he was coming home with me, he was still their baby and i was still playing by their rules and still running everything by them.
I think about his stay so much and it still get's me down, i'm hoping that letting a bit of it out will help with the healing process.
I think that's enough for tonight anyway.
My baby boy Remi was born at 33+4 because i had severe PE so was induced. He's now 6 months old and doing reasonably well, a few hiccups here and there.
All in all i think i coped with everything that happened pretty well, i think i only remember one tearful breakdown during his entire stay which finishe at just under 3 weeks. During the whole time i just focused really hard on not all those miserable sad thoughts that were going to keep me down, i insisted on an upbeat attitude and like most mums threw myself into being at the hospital as much as possible and into pumping. I got into a routine of dropping my toddler off at daycare or a baby sitter then going straight to the hospital spending the day there, then going home feeding hubby and toddler dinner then going back to the hospital to do a night feed. I thought i did really well and was honestly pretty positive the whole time, people used to ask how hard it is and i was always say with complete honesty that i'm doing pretty well. But everytime i look back on our journey i get all choked up and can't think about it.
There's just so many things that i struggled with and i just feel like i want to finally get it out.
I didn't know that i wouldn't be allowed to hold him, i just had no idea. I knew he wouldn't come home with us, i knew he wouldn't be able to feed very well, i knew i wouldn't have skin to skin the moment he was born and i think the preparation i did for his birth made a huge difference in how well i coped with the stay. But one thing i didn't know was that i wouldn't be allowed to hold him. I was completely not expecting that. Some nurses said i can get him out multiple times a day and some said it's been too much and he can't come out again. So i never knew if that day was going to be a day where it wouldn't be a problem or where they were going to say no. It was so awful, just down right awful, going to the nursery with balls under my feet knowing i get a snuggle only to be told he's been out too much that day they think it's best he stay in. It was just so soul destroying. Of course i didn't argue and wanted to do what was best despite my feelings so when they could see me visibly upset they would say maybe they could make an exception but i always refused saying if they really recommend he stay in then he must stay in. But it just didn't make it any easier, it was such a huge let down. I longed to hold him, to kiss his cheek to smell his hair and to feel his warm body on my chest and to be told that it's not happening i just can't even... think about. Even now i'm starting to cry again.
The second thing that really got me i think grew from the first, i do not blame the staff at all but this constant feeling that he wasn't even mine. I felt like he belonged to the hospital and i was allowed to see and have him when they permitted. I bathed him when they said so, i fed him when they said so, i held him when they said so, everything i did i had to run by them. I just wanted him to be mine and not theirs. It just felt so awful, i was in this constant feeling that i didn't even have a baby, they have a baby that they let me visit. They told me on day 2 i think that he'd had a few meconium movements and i was just so miserable that i didn't even change his first nappy, not even his first poo. The day i was to leave hospital i remember being so jubilant and just over the moon he was coming home and that he was finally MINE!!! only to have the nurses tell me that for the next two weeks he is still an in-patient of the hospital so i will have daily weigh ins by a nurse who will visit my house and if he doesn't gain adequate amounts of weight over the next two weeks they will re-admit him into the nursery straight away and he'll stay there until he is gaining adequately. I remember my heart just sinking, i knew that the program was a great idea and if we had any problems it was fantastic that we didn't have to go through the emergency department or our GP. But it just hurt that he still wasn't even mine, even though he was coming home with me, he was still their baby and i was still playing by their rules and still running everything by them.
I think about his stay so much and it still get's me down, i'm hoping that letting a bit of it out will help with the healing process.
I think that's enough for tonight anyway.