I have been reading/lurking for a few weeks now but just not had the will to post anything. Things are starting to settle down and I am feeling more human now.
Have had a horrible 8 weeks since giving birth and I hope our bad luck is over now and we can start being a proper family.
The girls are 8 weeks old tomorrow and are lovely, I adore them. We have had our fair share of drama and I am well know at the hospital.
The night we brought them home, one of the girls choked on Infacol (which the neo natal nurses put her on), we had to call an ambulance. The outcome was that being prem, the muscle near her stomach was not strong enough to cope with the stringy Infacol, she brought it up and it got stuck. It was scary but the ambulance was here within 5 minutes. Thank God I had a some idea of what to do with my basic pediatric first aid training. My other daughter failed her hearing test in one ear so we had to take her back to the hospital for a 2 hour hearing test. All clear and normal now but I had to worry about it for 3 weeks before the second test. They automatically do hearing tests on prem babies. I was in town having the girls passport photos taken and one of the babies turned bright red and looked like she could breath. My blood ran cold while I lifted her out the pushchair and blew into her face trying to encourage her to take a breath. She did eventually but I got the fright of my life. I took her to A&E and they admitted her for 2 days to monitor her, she was 5 weeks old at the time. They thought she may have had some sort of fit but the tests they did came back clear. All ok since, thankfully. I haven't escaped the bad luck either. I have had 3 sets of antibiotics since my c section because of infection, one side of the cut has never healed (called granulation, apparently) and is STILL, 8 weeks later, oozing and open! No smell though. I have had countless doctors appointments about it. It then tunneled into a tennis ball sized abscess on my stomach that I had to have cut and squeezed! I have visited A&E twice for my gall stone attacks and had morphine drips. Last week I had my gall bladder out. Today I am going back to the doctors about my cut. I have had a few meltdowns with the stress and worry. I stopped breast feeding because of all the medication I am taking. This is not how I pictured my first experiences of motherhood to be.
Sorry about epic post.
Fed fed fed up.