All I wanted was to be able to see her. That’s it. I wasn’t allowed because I was bed ridden for my own medical effects from birth and the hospital bed wouldn’t fit in the nicu. My husband got to see her so that was a little more comforting but not enough. When I was in the hospital my mind didn’t even think about the first and the bond I felt to her when she came out was instant. I just wanted to be with her. But I did get to be with her after a few days. Thankfully we got to leave the hospital together. Nothing can really prepare you for the experience even if it’s talked about. It’s emotionally just so hard when you’re in it.
I don’t want to minimize or take away from people who had much longer experiences than I did but my story is that my son was in for a few days (was born early, scheduled C due to placenta previa, he didn’t get the memo so he wasn’t quite sure about eating and breathing but he got the hang of it) but the day I was told to go home without my son … and the entire next day without him was hands down the worst day of my life.
As someone who has not had a baby in the NICU myself, but works with NICU babies, I am always flabbergasted at how little information is given to moms when their baby ends up there.
They just took her right when she came out. They told me she was having trouble breathing and that was it. They didn’t come back to update me. My husband had to go over to nicu to figure out what the hell was going on and they didn’t even keep us updated. Told us to come back for information. Now what if it was only me? I was bedridden and couldnt get up to ask @MK I agree it’s super fucked up
I have two NICU babies. First baby, my daughter was born at 42 weeks. She swallowed meconium and didn't have the sucking reflex. Spent 10 days. My second born, my son. Was born at 34 weeks. His lungs were underdeveloped. He spent 19 days in the NICU. My kids are Irish twins. Born 355 days apart and both emergency c-sections. I was able to have my daughter for 12 hours before she got sick. And my son, I didn't see him until my spinal wore off. I felt robbed of my first moments with them. I didn't get to do skin to skin. I didn't get to do their first bath. There was the first diaper change. I felt robbed of the happiest days of my life. It took me a while to get to get over it. And I suffered from It both Times
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