At 23 weeks I went back yet again and they finally decided to run
some tests, before I even knew what was happening I was being
pumped full of steroid injections and tablets to stop my labour
and was prepped for transfer to Auckland Hospital. I had a peace
knowing everything would be ok, but the doctors said otherwise
they never thought he would make it.
We saw HEAPS of doctors and specialists that night telling us what to expect and what would happen and trying to get us to take part in this or that trail procedure. But I hardly knew what was happening from all the meds. They discussed a c-section as baby was breech at the time. But thankfully they decided to just wait and see what would happen. Well after 6 weeks of living in hospital, and spending my husbands first fathers day with friends at Auckland hospital and them telling me everyday he would come he shocked them all and hung on, I was fully effaced, dilating and had contractions measuring over 120 every ten mins 24/7 I was uncomfortable and could hardly move (when I was allowed) and finally at 28 weeks they even said I could start moving to see if anything would happen, but other than worse contractions and slightly more dilation he hung on.
They let me go home at 29 weeks saying there wasn't much more they could do but wait for my waters to break, I ended up back at hospital a few times, but finally at 32 weeks and 6 days I went to see my midwife and when asked told her things actually seemed to finally be settling down. It wasn't even an hour or two later and my waters started GUSHING, he was on his way and nothing would stop him.
Things were progressing well but due to mistakes made with my notes at hospital I was given medication to stop it coming which made me sick and made my labour a long difficult 16 hours when he was finally born at 3.58am on the 10th of the 10th 2012 at exactly 33 weeks weighing only 1.9kgs
I can’t remember much, can’t even really remember my short cuddle I got to have with him other than this photo. The next time I got to hold him he was 2 days old.
He was in SCBU for nearly 4 weeks and kept defying all the odds,
they said he wouldn't breathe on his own, he did. They said he
wouldn't be able to feed from me, he did. They said when he finally
got to go into a cot at 3 weeks that he wouldn't be able to control
his temp, he did. And they said he would never come home before
6-8 weeks at the earliest, and again he did. He only took one very
bad and very scary turn where we almost lost him but yet again I
knew he would pull through and HE DID!!! He is now a healthy
6 month old and still doing way better then ever expected, he is
our little miracle.
Edited By: Sasha Blackwell
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