I gave birth via emergency c-section to my little [name_f]Una[/name_f] in late [name_u]March[/name_u], she was 7 weeks early. It was quite a traumatic birth, I fell and then had to be rushed into hospital. Which in itself was simply horrific only topped by them saying that I would have to have an emergency c-section.
Whilst my older kids are being amazing (thanks to a stern Glaswegian grandmother telling them they need to be big boys and girls) and so is my husband, I feel at loss of what to do. I am pumping breast milk for her so I feel that I have that but if not I feel like an extra part with nothing to do.
[name_f]Una[/name_f] was in high dependacy care for a few days and has just been moved down special care with the hopes of going into transitional in the following month if her progress goes well. I was given some steroids to help her lungs but they didn’t work quite aswell as one would have hoped so had to have help with her breathing for a few days. She is now breathing well on her own and she is “a right wee fighter” as my husband would say.
I feel at a loss with all the medical jargon, the doctors will say something and I just stare at them in bewilderment whilst my husband (a doctor) nods in understanding. I feel bad for my husband because then he needs to dumb down our baby’s health problems for me. She has some intestinal problems and has just fought off an infection.
I am trying to do things that will make me feel more connected to her such as knitting her a little hat, I have bought online lots of premature baby clothes and have made one of my trademark baby songs (each of my children have one). She has been deemed strong enough for me to help change nappies and hold her which does help me. But I still feel like I have no bond with her and then I start crying which makes me feel worse because here she is being so strong and I can’t be strong for her.
As much as I love my hubbies family it is hard being away from my family who all live down in [name_u]London[/name_u] whilst we live in the Scottish highlands. My mother and sister are getting time off work next week to come up and be with me which I think will be a massive help.
I have been sleeping in the hospital due to recovering from the c-section and because I need to be near her. My husband needs to tell me to leave the ward to eat and drink and tells me that I need to go to the cafe once a day for a half an hour and do something for me like read a magazine or like I usually do: go on Nameberry and announce her birth and like today ask for some help.
I don’t have any friends who have been through something like this and so I have no real guidance apart from nurses and social workers (who are a credit to their profession). So I was hoping some people might have some words of wisdom?
I am going to stop now or else I am going to end up sobbing in the middle of the cafe in the hospital.
Thank you for any help,
[name_f]Hannah[/name_f].