The day I found out I was having a
baby was the happiest I have ever felt
in my life. The next week I was due to
have a hysterectomy after years of
fibroids and other problems. Being 36
I felt that a baby would never happen,
as we had tried for a while.
My pregnacy was considered high risk
due to past operations so I was often
at that the Dr having scans ect.
Finally at 20 weeks I felt well
however my blood pressure was very
high and I was put into hospital which
did frighten me, after 2 days I went
back home, making an effort to RELAX.
Exactly one week later at 21 weeks I
answered the telephone and my
membranes ruptured. I have never felt
so scared as I new this was my only
chance to ever have a baby and here it
was falling apart.
I was transferred to another hospital
where it was deceided to wait and see
what happens I was commenced on
antibiotics. Nothing happened over
night and I was to stay in hospital to
have complete bed rest. One week later
I went into labour by midnight nothing
happened so they let us rest and to
see what might happen. I named my baby
that night before he was born Thomas.
Again it did not happen.
At 24 weeks I was again transferred to
another hospital which had much better
facilities to deal with a preterm
baby.
Lots of bed rest Thomas was growing
well,I continued to lose fluid all the
time. The mental pressure was
difficult at times, not to mention
being 3Hours away from my famliy and
partner.At 29 weeks the 14th Dec after
weeks of blood tests and cheking
Thomas's heart beat which was always
good, I had a show of blood they were
concerned that I had an infection,
Thomas became very stressed not to
mention his mum and dad. They deceided
to do an emergency c-section as my
blood pressure had gone over the top.
I was very unwell as was Thomas.
At 3.00pm I had my little boy 1.562g
he did not cry, but they held his tiny
liitle hand up to wave at me. My
partner went with them as they took
him away. At 7.00pm they told me that
Thomas was doing it tough and that his
lungs had never developed, I had
Celestone at 24 weeks which I had
hoped and prayed would help Thomas. I
got to spend 10hours with Thomas he
was perfect lots of hair just amazing
he looked like his dad. Then I had to
say goodbye. The pain is so raw my
life will never be the same that
little boy gave me so much. One week
before Christmas we buried Thomas with
the other angels from our town. I miss
Thomas so much my angel he was perfect.
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