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I don't even think I've still mentally fully processed it all to be honest. Basically my lil girl was born at 33+6 weeks gestation last week - and we're still in hospital now (and NOT in one with a good setup regarding these dinky little dots to be honest - I'm essentially a live-in resident on a normal maternity ward - which would drive anyone bonkers).
Easter Sunday I had periody type pains, gradually realised they were on a 5 minute cycle so rang for advice and was told to go in for monitoring. Monitoring and an exam found amniotic fluid - so I got the first steroid injection and they called a doctor down from the neo-natal unit to talk to me about how 33/34 weekers were likely to be - I still don't think I processed what was going on by then. Wouldn't examine me anymore because of the infection risk with membranes being ruptured - and kept me in waiting for the next steroid injection.
Never got that far - waters fully broke and I was in established labour Monday evening - when they broke and they resumed examining me - I was 8cm dilated (because of hospital incompetence I'd done that on 2 paracetamol only)... and after a horrific delivery - my little girl was born that evening. Things were handled awfully by the hospital during my labour - my wishes were ignored and I was so bullied I ended up in a right over emotional state - a state that worried staff so much the neo-natal unit referred me to social services - I spent the first 2 days of my little girl's life fighting to prove my capability as a parent - until they concluded there was nothing to investigate there at all.
Circumstances since then have made the hospital stay incredibly distressing. I'm on a normal maternity ward, with the transition children mixed in - so we get to see parents come up with term babies and leave the same day... and we get endless "omg that baby's tiny" comments... and on the first few nights when she was in ICU - I had to lie in bed alone listening to newborns scream - which was hell.
So basically here we are - we've seen off the jaundice hopefully, we're starting to gain weight but still being half-half tube and bottle fed. My nerves are utterly shredded (living behind a curtain is taking its toll) and I'm essentially a walking shadow of who I should be, and the trust in the hospital has vanished utterly because of the social services crap they pulled earlier. Food's inedible so we're paying out a fortune for baguettes from the cafe (and then they complain I'm slightly anaemic - if the food contained any nutrition, or indeed any molecular structure I blooming wouldn't be), and there's no provision for a break away from the ward with adequate care for the little one - no one is even looking like being available to oversee one sodding tube feed tomorrow so MIL can sit with her for a couple of hours and I can get a bit of a sanity break at home.
It's hellish-going... and I'm terrified of the logistics when she does come home. I was going to breastfeed, switched to bottle feeding expressed milk in order to get her going and us home sooner (I think she needs to be at home with mum and dad rather than in here with mum going slowly bonkers more than any boob-related politics)... but of course now she only knows the hospital teats and stuff - and they can't offer any guidance about how to proceed with this and preparing for this on discharge - so I'm scared of going home and her not feeding... I'm scared of sterilising everything at home and probably killing her with germs... I want to try to move back to feeding from the boob given time (no wonder I didn't succeed - I was given no support other than a couple of random staff launching my jugs in the vague direction of her mouth) - so I need to pump to maintain supply (and she seems to drink more expressed milk than when it's formula topped up) - so need to send hubby to get a decent pump rather than the little hand one we'd bought as a standby anticipating the odd one-off occasion where we'd need it... I'm on meds to up my supply since the stress, malnutrition and mistreatment made it hit rock bottom at one point.
Guess I'm just venting now but there's probably some questions in there.
I'm also scared of random batty old ladies in Tesco telling me off for being out and about with such a tiny baby - but am I meant to hide away indoors for the next 5-6 weeks till she'd be term?
Easter Sunday I had periody type pains, gradually realised they were on a 5 minute cycle so rang for advice and was told to go in for monitoring. Monitoring and an exam found amniotic fluid - so I got the first steroid injection and they called a doctor down from the neo-natal unit to talk to me about how 33/34 weekers were likely to be - I still don't think I processed what was going on by then. Wouldn't examine me anymore because of the infection risk with membranes being ruptured - and kept me in waiting for the next steroid injection.
Never got that far - waters fully broke and I was in established labour Monday evening - when they broke and they resumed examining me - I was 8cm dilated (because of hospital incompetence I'd done that on 2 paracetamol only)... and after a horrific delivery - my little girl was born that evening. Things were handled awfully by the hospital during my labour - my wishes were ignored and I was so bullied I ended up in a right over emotional state - a state that worried staff so much the neo-natal unit referred me to social services - I spent the first 2 days of my little girl's life fighting to prove my capability as a parent - until they concluded there was nothing to investigate there at all.
Circumstances since then have made the hospital stay incredibly distressing. I'm on a normal maternity ward, with the transition children mixed in - so we get to see parents come up with term babies and leave the same day... and we get endless "omg that baby's tiny" comments... and on the first few nights when she was in ICU - I had to lie in bed alone listening to newborns scream - which was hell.
So basically here we are - we've seen off the jaundice hopefully, we're starting to gain weight but still being half-half tube and bottle fed. My nerves are utterly shredded (living behind a curtain is taking its toll) and I'm essentially a walking shadow of who I should be, and the trust in the hospital has vanished utterly because of the social services crap they pulled earlier. Food's inedible so we're paying out a fortune for baguettes from the cafe (and then they complain I'm slightly anaemic - if the food contained any nutrition, or indeed any molecular structure I blooming wouldn't be), and there's no provision for a break away from the ward with adequate care for the little one - no one is even looking like being available to oversee one sodding tube feed tomorrow so MIL can sit with her for a couple of hours and I can get a bit of a sanity break at home.
It's hellish-going... and I'm terrified of the logistics when she does come home. I was going to breastfeed, switched to bottle feeding expressed milk in order to get her going and us home sooner (I think she needs to be at home with mum and dad rather than in here with mum going slowly bonkers more than any boob-related politics)... but of course now she only knows the hospital teats and stuff - and they can't offer any guidance about how to proceed with this and preparing for this on discharge - so I'm scared of going home and her not feeding... I'm scared of sterilising everything at home and probably killing her with germs... I want to try to move back to feeding from the boob given time (no wonder I didn't succeed - I was given no support other than a couple of random staff launching my jugs in the vague direction of her mouth) - so I need to pump to maintain supply (and she seems to drink more expressed milk than when it's formula topped up) - so need to send hubby to get a decent pump rather than the little hand one we'd bought as a standby anticipating the odd one-off occasion where we'd need it... I'm on meds to up my supply since the stress, malnutrition and mistreatment made it hit rock bottom at one point.
Guess I'm just venting now but there's probably some questions in there.
I'm also scared of random batty old ladies in Tesco telling me off for being out and about with such a tiny baby - but am I meant to hide away indoors for the next 5-6 weeks till she'd be term?