So as you know by now, our little boy was born on 5 December 2014 at 10:30am and five weeks early (35weeks exactly).
I was in labour for about 15 hours during which my doctor tried to stop the contractions, but unfortunately all attempts were unsuccessful and we had to go ahead with the Caesarian.
Despite my doctor’s best efforts (steroid shots, etc), Knox’s lungs were very immature and he had a lot of fluid on them – he has been in the NICU at Kingsbury Hospital on oxygen since he left the theatre to help his lungs reach full capacity, they put him on antibiotics to eliminate any risk of infection due to the fluid on his lungs and he was placed on a feeding tube.
He is visibly getting better and stronger every day which is wonderful to see! They have just turned the oxygen down to 21% three hours ago – this is what it should be so if he stays stable the oxygen tubes can come off!! This will be amazing, because that will mean that I will finally get to hold him.
I can’t wait to touch him and hold him close to my chest… I can’t help but feel that I will be able to fix everything if I could just hold him close and feel his skin against mine. All the pediatricians, nurses and sisters have been so amazing – I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank them or show my appreciation.
I am being discharged today, I am not sure how I feel about leaving Knox behind… What am I even saying, I am devastated and petrified. I know he is in good hands, but it helps knowing he is just in the other room.
I will still spend as much time as I can at the hospital, but I just want to take him home with me. At the same time, I can’t wait to be at home, surrounded by my own things, eating my own food, have Mikayla around, to fall asleep and wake up next to my husband and to shower in my own bathroom. Knox is three days old, I haven’t held him, I have only kissed him once, I have not changed one nappy and I have only been able to feed him through a tube. This is not the way it was supposed to be.
As heartbreaking and unexpected as all this has been, I am grateful for the fact that he has a healthy weight, I am grateful that he is improving and I am grateful for all the staff at the NICU are trying to make this as easy as possible for us.
My heart goes out to some of the preemie babies in the ward and their moms… Some of them have a very long road ahead of them. So that is my update.
Are you or have you been in a similar situation? I would love to hear your story and would appreciate any tips/advice!