angelstardust
mother of 3
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One thing I was told by a lovely nurse in NICU when I told her about my feelings towards 'this' baby, was that after a trauma our minds put everything on hold so our bodies can recover from what happened and the shock, so it does take time for that bond to happen.
I didn't see him till day 4, and when I did I took ill (sever vomiting so bad I was tested for meningitis). I held him on day 5, I have a picture to prove it, but I don't remember it. My first clear memory of him was in SCBU (he went in there on day 7) but from day 5 I was expressing milk for him so was down to visit every 4 hours but I don't actually remember any of those visits. I remember putting the milk in the fridge and expressing, but not seeing him.
His birthday every year is hard too. I find I have to take a moment at 'the time it happened' to mourn what I lost (a normal birth) and just take a deep breath really. That doesn't get better. I end up hiding the clocks on his birthday or else I sit and stare at it 'this happened now' 'I was doing this now'.
The moment I bonded fully with him was just after we were told he had 'some degree of brain damage'. I think I had been waiting on that since the moment I felt pain and knew something was wrong. So strange that the same day my world fell apart was the day that part of me finally opened up and accepted him.
I didn't see him till day 4, and when I did I took ill (sever vomiting so bad I was tested for meningitis). I held him on day 5, I have a picture to prove it, but I don't remember it. My first clear memory of him was in SCBU (he went in there on day 7) but from day 5 I was expressing milk for him so was down to visit every 4 hours but I don't actually remember any of those visits. I remember putting the milk in the fridge and expressing, but not seeing him.
His birthday every year is hard too. I find I have to take a moment at 'the time it happened' to mourn what I lost (a normal birth) and just take a deep breath really. That doesn't get better. I end up hiding the clocks on his birthday or else I sit and stare at it 'this happened now' 'I was doing this now'.
The moment I bonded fully with him was just after we were told he had 'some degree of brain damage'. I think I had been waiting on that since the moment I felt pain and knew something was wrong. So strange that the same day my world fell apart was the day that part of me finally opened up and accepted him.