I was admitted to hospital on Tuesday morning as my labour had begun. I started with a temp and my baby’s heartbeat was raised so the decision was made to do an emergency c-section, absolutely lovely baby girl born at 1:46 Weds.
I was put into the high dependency unit at the hospital for all of Weds and they started both me and my girl on antibiotics. We were told this would need to be intravenous and would take 5 days. Later on on the Weds, the paediatricians said they needed to do a lumbar puncture on baby to try and trace infection. Baby starts refusing her bottle on Weds, no one can get her to feed and we’re moved to a special care ward with assisted feeding, she needed a tube up her nose for her milk.
Thursday morning, I was told she was being treated for suspected meningitis and I fell to bits. After a while I calmed down and realised they were just covering all bases and there’s a big difference between suspected and confirmed. Baby put on some additional antibiotics and I’m told this means another 5 days minimum from Thurs night in hospital. Okidokes.
Around Friday/Saturday I started to struggle with hospital stay. I can’t get comfortable at all, my back aches the whole time I’m on the bed whatever position I’m in so I don’t sleep. My c-section recovery is taking it out of me and just changing the baby’s nappy leaves me shattered because I have to stand for a little while. I’m also on a ward that’s noisy and hard to feel at peace in, although it’s the best place to be, women making phone calls at 2am isn’t great.
The only thing that’s been keeping me sane is that my husband has been able to come in 3 hours every afternoon. I look forward to seeing him all day and this isn’t where the next thing comes in… I’m at Liverpool Women’s, which is currently locked down so he probably can’t come in for Monday visiting. Then the added ingredient that I heard that car explode from a hospital I can’t leave, that’s got my brand new baby girl in it.
I don’t know when I can leave the hospital, I’ve been told by the end of the week, but after the events of today, I feel desperate to be at home or I’d love nothing more than to know when a strong possibility for a discharge date is.
I’m really struggling in my head. I miss my parents more than I can say and I want to show my daughter to them. I’m desperate to be in my own home too and start life as a family with my husband and our girl.
It all feels like way too much now. I think the events of today have pushed me over the edge into a really sad place.
The good news is that the baby is improving and she hasn’t needed the feeding tube for nearly 48 hours so that feels like a big milestone. Her infection markers are really coming down now too and the hospital are happy with them. It’s just that her white blood cells spiked a bit so we don’t know how long the second lot of antibiotics need to be run for.
I’d be so grateful if anyone could cheer me up or offer some encouragement. I just can’t stop the tears and feel overwhelmed.