My wife and I had our first a few days ago, at 34 weeks and under the 3d percentile of growth (2.5 pounds, 15 inches). She hadn't grown in three weeks since the previous scan, so on Monday we went from pregnant to induced to emergency c-section. I was a blubbering mess when I saw her for the first time.Our baby girl was transferred to slither hospital across the city, despite pleas at every level, because her bed was needed for less stabile babies. With the help of guest relations and a social worker, we were finally able to get my wife transferred there the next day, after a very difficult night apart. My wife was immobile due to Magnesium so hadn't been able to visit her in the ICN, but the transport team brought her by on their way out. For our remaining time in the hospital, we spent a lot of time with her and even got to kangaroo with her. She's already made progress and we have tempered expectations. We are very pleased and grateful toward the nursing and doctor staff, but knowing she's in good hands didn't make it remotely easy to leave her upon my wife's discharge. I never thought I'd say it, but I miss sleeping in a crappy pullout hospital "bed" because it meant I could just take an elevator to see our little girl. Both of us were a hot mess when we called to check in with the nurse tonight. As much as I should have missed it, I hate being home.For several reasons, neither my wife nor I will be able to spend many hours of the day with our baby. Tonight is our first real night apart and I just need some comforting words so I can start to feel sane again. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2a6Ka0B
No comments:
Post a Comment