Where's the coffee at?!
I was hoping for a better nights sleep last night... But instead Kory 👶🏼 woke for a bottle 🍼 that he didn't really want, had 3 nappy changes (one after the other), went through 2 outfit changes, managed to projectile vomit 🤢 all over his bed which then had to be washed and would just not bring his wind up! 🙈
Special Care Unit; ✨ The day our son was born was the best day of my life and also the worst day of my life. The best day of course because we got to meet our baby boy for the first time, the new love of my life. The worst day because as soon as he was born he was snatched away from us. I've thought long and hard about whether to write about my experience, it is not the most uplifting topic! But I went through so many mixed emotions, faced so many challenges, that it has took a while for me to fully deal with what happened, even now that our boy is home with us. At the time, I didn't know anyone who had gone through the same thing so I had no-one to talk to. So, I'm hoping that by writing about this and sharing my experience, my words might help someone in a similar situation. I was lucky to have no medical problems during pregnancy, I actually had a pretty straight forward pregnancy, no morning sickness and no cravings which is why what happened came as even more of a shock. Even labour was fairly 'text book', but when my waters started leaking, it was obvious that something wasn't right. For waters to spontaneously start leaking before 37 weeks, isn't a common occurrence, it's something that only happens to every 2 in 100 people. Why me? Is it my fault? I was riddled with guilt and felt that I was to blame as I was the one carrying him. Kory spent his first 11 days in the Special Care Baby Unit until he was feeding by himself and was able to maintain his body temperature. It took me a lot longer than 11 days to recover from what happened. Even now I think to myself, I don't think I could ever go through that again but I don't want to dwell on the negatives, It may have been a tough journey but I'm just thankful that my boy is happy, healthy and now at home with us ❤️
Labour; ✨ The time came on the 08/08/2016, when, I was just 34 weeks pregnant, I was taken down to the delivery suite after experiencing contractions. I was already in the hospital as my waters had been leaking at home. The nurse told me that they were going to start me on the hormone drip to bring on my contractions and that my baby would be born sometime that same day. It didn't seem real to me that in the next few hours, I could be holding my baby in my arms! After putting me on the drip, my contractions got a lot more intense very quickly, the midwife was monitoring my baby's heartbeat as it kept dropping every time I had a contraction and informed me that she would try to get everything under control but that I might have to have a c-section. Tired and in discomfort from the contractions, I just smiled and nodded. They gave me gas and air to help with the contractions and turned me on my left side. From this point onwards, everything is a blur. I grabbed behind my knees and pushed down at each contraction, even though I was in active labour, I felt a little out of it, I think it was a mix between exhaustion and a whole lot of gas and air. The pushing continued for about an hour and a half. Eventually the head started to emerge and at that point, the nurse asked me if I'd like to reach down and touch my baby. I did and I felt the tip of his head poking out, it was all the motivation I needed to get my baby out. A few more pushes and at 10:02pm that night, a 4lb 7oz baby boy named Kory was born. He had fluffy blonde hair and looked nothing like I expected but he was everything I could hope for ❤️