Hugs to all, finally its over, well the physical part at least. It was an exceptionally long journey including 5 midwife changes, some swear words, lots of tears, special baby time (thank you ladies for that), a slightly tipsy priest and lots of lots of love.
I found myself quoting MN lots 'well the girls said this' or 'the girls said that' - and you weren't far wrong.
I got the first pessaries at 11:30 by midwife no 1. She was v young, too young I thought at first, but when hubbie walked down to the car she came over and gave me a big hug and we had a good chat about things. She was great, they all were infact. Our room was obviously the 'special room' you know with sofas, fridge, kettle etc couldn't complain (think new Premier Lodge)I did feel everyone looking like 'ah that's the couple' when we walked in, sorry I digress.
Yes so first pessary at 11:30 and Sophie was born at 6:15 am the next day, crikey eyes filled with tears when I wrote that. I keep thinking that we've left her at the hospital and she should be with us at home. I'd initially thought I wouldn't want to see the baby, wouldn't name her etc but after reading others experiences I had a change of heart. I wont go into the birth detail (slightly traumatic, I turned into she devil and had a bit of a flap because the midwife was running around looking for a light when she should've been at my feet delivering the baby) so it all happened very quickly in the end. I didn't want to see her immediately, so midwife took her into the little room. We were then left alone in our room and could see Sophie when we wanted. We walked through to the little room and she looked so lovely and precious. I was strangely calm, no tears but was also concious that I was totally out of it with the diamorphine and gas and air so was very spaced. Hubbie got more out of that time I think which was lovely. I had some special time later in the day, hubbie went home to get changed and left me alone. I had a shower to try and de-drug myself (didn't really work) and went in to see her.
She was so tiny, I was too scared to hold her (weird) so I held her in a little basket on my lap. I could cry now just me and her. As she'd died on Wednesday the midwife said something about extra fluid/bruising so when I rocked her a tiny little trickle of fluid came out her little nostral and it looked like a tear. We had a little chat me and Sophie and I was finally able to get some sleep, or as much as you can in a hospital with a constant stream of people coming in. Hubbie came back and we both said our goodbyes to her together.
I've already said to hubbie I want to go back and see her, maybe sooner she has funeral the better. We've decided to get post mortum, emotionally I can't think about it but logically as her condition is so rare I know its for the best. There's so little written about penta x its difficult for future parents to know what to do, I've had all my bloods done to see if I'm the cause.
So we're home now, last night we had takeaway watched the x factor (with hubbie moaning about the new format and how contrived it is) then bed. Slept well which is what we both needed, no idea what the week will bring. They've given us little hand and foot prints, some piccies, a memory box which i'll go through today. Not sure what the week will bring, someone said take it one minute at at time, and I did at the hospital. Perhaps now take 1 day at a time...not thinking about work yet but I'm sure others said that helps. I just can't believe how much I miss this little person I didn't know.....
I've not taken in what's been going on these past few days so I'll get myself a new cuppa and sit and have a catch up. Hope everyone is well J x