Todays post in my Celebrating Every Birth Story series is the wonderful Rebecca from Mum Of A Premature Baby who writes about life as Mum her little boy C (aged 3) and her little girl E (aged 1) along with writing about days out, they are total foodies! And love superheroes, geeky gadgets & books.
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I fell pregnant with my little eldest child when I was 19 years old. Tons of emotions flooded through myself and my partner Chris but once the shock died down and we learnt that we were having a little boy, we were really excited to bring him into the world.
The pregnancy itself was perfectly normal. We attended all of the antenatal appointments and scans with nothing appearing abnormal. The only change I had was the fact that my hands, legs and feet had swollen a bit but I’d read that it’s quite normal towards the end of pregnancy and with no previous pregnancies to compare it to, I thought it was normal and my community midwife didn’t feel that it was a serious issue either.
At 33 weeks, 5 days after my baby shower (how glad I am that my best friend is one organised lady!), I lost my vision. It started gradually where I had blurred vision, similar to when you have quite a lot of photographs taken with the flash on, and it progressed to not being able to see anything at all. Chris was at work and I don’t like wasting people’s time for nothing so I went to bed. The following morning my sight was back to normal and with Chris off to work, he urged me to phone the maternity unit just to let them know what had happened. They asked me to come in for a check and with Chris due home from work within the hour, I set about having lunch and getting showered first, not realising the urgency.
We eventually made our way to the hospital where I was given two scans and a cannula fitted “just in case”. Nothing was really being told to me during the 5 or so hours we were around until I got to the ward where I knew the midwife as she was a friends’ mum. She told me that I needed an injection in my bum to mature the baby’s lungs and “you know you’ll probably have to have the baby tonight?” Chris and I looked at each other in total shock. It felt like it came from nowhere. I didn’t even have my hospital bag packed so I sent Chris off to gather things up and get himself something to eat. One thing I remember so vividly is lying the in the bed on the ward, with the lady across from me watching Hollyoaks (I distinctly remember the theme tune!) and my whole body literally vibrating with fear. I felt like I was waiting for hours when it reality it must have been about 30 minutes.
Chris arrived back as I was in the delivery suite putting my gown on. The next few minutes were a total blur. Body still vibrating, the room was suddenly filled with people in scrubs. The anaesthetist, doctors, midwives and even students too. I was attached to a magnesium sulphate drip in case I had a seizure, I signed consent forms for a Caesarean section and was whisked off. Getting the spinal block was tough. My whole body had basically frozen and no matter how many times they asked, I couldn’t loosen up my shoulders to bend over enough. Eventually we got it done after three tries, the ice-cube test was done and Chris joined me in the room. I was told not to worry if the baby didn’t cry as he was still only little and his lungs wouldn’t have developed enough.
It took them about five minutes to get baby out and when they held him up, he cried straight away which I was so happy to hear. They took him straight over to be worked on (at this point Chris was able to go and be with him and take photos) whilst I was stitched up. This seemed to take forever and the magnesium sulphate drip entering my veins made me feel hot and as though I was about to throw up. Eventually they had finished and I was brought to the delivery suite again. The baby had been taken to the neonatal intensive care unit as he was having trouble breathing. The NICU was upstairs and as I needed to complete my drip, I wasn’t able to see him. The drip took two days so after seeing tons of photographs that Chris had taken, seeing him in person was amazing. I’ll never forget being able to put my hand in the little hole of his incubator and touching his tiny hand.
We had a pretty easy journey. the baby went from strength to strength and only had a three week hospital stay. It wasn’t until after his birth that Chris and I were told of the problem. Apparently I was down as a case of severe pre-eclampsia with the midwife telling us that we were really lucky that we came in when we did as things might have been very different for us.
Caleb is now a happy and healthy three-year old boy who will be starting pre-school this year!
Thank you Rebecca for sharing your birth story.
Why not pop over and visit Rebecca at Mum Of A Premature Baby to see what other posts you might like.