A mother's story

It has been 140 days since I heard the words "Oh this is not good, not good at all. This baby has to come out". It's been 139 days since my baby was born at 29 weeks by emergency c section, weighing 2lb 2oz, having stopped growing some weeks before.

Happy mum and baby.

By Sarra Hoy

For quite a while afterwards, still in a state of shock, I would find myself telling anyone who would listen that I'd had a premature baby. I told bank tellers over the phone that I'd had preeclampsia and HELLP syndrome. "Have you heard of it?" I would cheerfully ask.  I told the dry cleaners that I'd had a c-section. I told all the delivery men who came with packages, that my baby was in intensive care. I found myself telling a stranger in the vegetable aisle of the supermarket about my little bean of a baby who was currently growing in an incubator rather than in me; an "artificial womb" if you will. A complete stranger! 

Now, 140 days later and my baby is home and (dare I say it) ...thriving. And yet even so, I find it hard not to shout I'VE HAD A PREMATURE BABY at traffic wardens whilst in the supermarket car park. 

I was given lifelong membership to a club I never wanted to join

This is the mark of a premmie mum. From nowhere, I was signed up to and given lifelong membership to a club I never wanted to join, nor even imagined existed. I can now talk a good talk around an intensive care baby unit. I understand the transition from ICU to HDU. I know all the different ways to store breast milk. I understand the loneliness of a breast pump at 3am; how devastating it is to have to try and trick your breasts into producing milk, when your body has barely realised it was pregnant, let alone known it has delivered a baby. I know about the intense feeling of loss and grief, having had a pregnancy so rudely interrupted and ended. I do not know what it is like to carry the weight of a baby inside me. I will never know the satisfaction of growing and delivering my own baby.

And I also know about brain scans, lung X-rays, heart monitors, countless blood tests, oxygen saturation levels, CPAP machines and ventilators. I know what TPN, NEC, RSV and ROP stand for both literally and metaphorically. All things I was happy not knowing about, not least in relation to a baby - my baby.

My tiny baby had to take on the challenge to grow by himself

We are so fortunate that our little bundle managed his ICU journey relatively uneventfully and he quietly made his way through the Neonatal Unit, graduating 60 days later, when he was discharged and allowed home. When I could no longer do it for him, my tiny baby had to take on the challenge to grow by himself - a responsibility he accepted and did brilliantly- slowly, steadily but with little fuss. What an incredible little human we have been gifted.

And even still, the mark of our NICU journey remains with me. I think about it all the time. It never leaves me. Every day I relive some of those 140 days, through vivid flashbacks and intrusive memories. 

Yet I am also reminded how lucky we are. There are also miraculous little fighters who don't manage to come home and whose journeys begin and end in the NICU. I think of those wonderful babies whenever I gaze at mine.

My boy is a fighter and can accomplish amazing things

A few weeks ago a friend kindly suggested we should keep an eye out for our child, even throughout school, due to his prematurity. "You can tell the early ones" she helpfully observed. That may well be the case, but I'm determined that while my experience of pregnancy, birth and NICU has changed me, it will not define my child's life. As soon as he is old enough to understand, I will stop talking about my experience. I don't want him hearing adults discussing him or his early arrival. I don't want him to hear all the reasons why he might not be as big as the other boys; why he might not be able to grasp things as quickly or why he may struggle with some everyday tasks. My boy is a fighter and can accomplish amazing things. We know this because he's done it already. 

Follow Sarra on twitter @SarraHoy

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