As a lone parent, Karise felt especially alone on the NICU, until a Bliss Champion offered her support. In this post, Karise describes her experience of giving birth prematurely, and the invaluable support of Bliss during this time.
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Here's Karise's Story Of Her Son's Premature Birth
When I was 27 weeks pregnant and 200 miles from home, as I was visiting my parents in the West Midlands, I went into labour. Most of it is a blur. All I remember is being in a large room with numerous doctors and nurses, being poked and prodded with needles for IV access, and feeling restricted by the tightness of the fetal monitor straps and the oxygen face mask that a midwife was holding firmly to my face. I was frightened and quite hysterical to be honest (and I could’ve been nicer to the healthcare professionals).
But among the stress and chaos, my son was born, weighing a mere 950g. I wasn’t able to see him straight away: I heard someone say, “he’s breathing but he needs a lot of support”. That’s the last thing I remember before I passed out due to the pain.
Once I had regained my strength, I was escorted to the NICU where I was introduced to a fantastic neonatal nurse who took her time to explain what all the wires and tubes were for and why they were all needed. My baby looked so small and helpless that I burst into tears. After some reassurance, I was told that we were going to be transferred back to London where we would receive the medical attention and support we needed closer to home. Hearing that eased most of my anxiety.
The Early Days Were Overwhelming
But there was a shortage of beds in the NICU closest to home, so for two more weeks I had to travel to the other side of London see my son. I had thought that I’d at least be able to stay with him, but I was told that, although I was free to visit him without restriction, I couldn’t stay in the hospital. This was not what I’d expected to hear and I sobbed all evening after I left him for the first time. As a new mum and a lone parent, I was scared about what would happen and I became physically exhausted from the daily commute needed to visit my baby. Finally, when he was 18 days old, and weighed 1008g, we were transferred to my local hospital.
I felt overwhelmed by all the opinions and suggestions from various friends, family and healthcare professionals about what I should be doing so I became slightly isolated. A health visitor told me I had the “baby blues” but that they’d get better if I continued to bond with my baby, not realizing that he was in hospital so I couldn’t spend that much time with him. This made me more anxious about my mental health and my ability to look after him properly post-discharge.
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