Quick update - sorry everyone I have not kept up with this at all, but I am thinking of those of you yet to deliver!
Errol moved from the higher dependency unit to the special care unit today (lower level) and moved out of his incubator into a cot. We dressed him in his first clothes and had to get tiny baby clothes for him as newborns just drown him - it actually broke my heart a bit to see how small he is (as in to have it pointed out by the clothes, of course I can see him!) its hard to tell what is "normal" in the scbu as some of them are just heartbreakingly small.
I had a big meltdown today. When they moved him into the new unit they dressed him in vest, baby grow, giant cardigan (basically a woolly blanket) and 3 massive thick blankets on top. By the time I got to him he was bright red like a beetroot and seemed upset. I took his cardie off and one of the blankets but then didn't want to leave as I'm so anxious about his temperature. I think it's just been a shock him coming out of his incubator and then I felt anxious that the nurses had let him overheat. Now I'm anxious that he will be cold because of me.
The new unit feels big and impersonal and there is no screening available for when i get my boobs out and people wandering everywhere. I don't particularly mind people seeing my boobs but the general lack of privacy for our new family is starting to get to me on day 9. My partner is a very private person and I don't feel he is bonding well with baby Errol. Don't get me wrong he loves him dearly its just he is not himself when he is not home if that makes sense... I know these are just temporary issues and he will be home soon.
For some reason I hate leaving baby Errol in this new ward - I felt he was safe in his incubator and now I worry.
I was also supposed to start breastfeeding today, but Errol is still tube feeding, and he is not hungry! He goes to my breast and then he just looks at it, or licks it! My nipples dont even go pointy because it is warm in there and there is zero stimulation for them so basically its just him and my soft nipple staring at each other in a stand off. Meanwhile I'm supposed to be pumping 8 times a day and it has just been impossible today whilst repeatedly trying and failing to get him on the breast. I'm so disheartened because he was rooting so well at first before he was being tube fed, I feel like I've been robbed of his natural reflexes - although obviously for a good reason and nobodies fault it still upsets me.
Pumping had just got better this morning as well when I managed to get 40ml for the first time. And now after only 3 pumping sessions in a day its gone back down to 10ml. Everything feels like such a struggle, spending all day in the hospital trying to fit around Errols care regime and with so many different nurses giving me different advice. Last night I slept through the night for the first time since my section (I know it is a luxury to sleep through the night) but I gave myself a night off from pumping and allowed myself to finally rest, only to be told off by a nurse this morning that it was the wrong thing to do.
Sorry for the downer - it is so wonderful he is here, and he is safe, and I love him so so so so much, but not being able to bring him home is breaking me... just a little bit, and just for now.
Sorry I haven't read anyones updates I will have to do that later - going back to the hospital now to shove my breast in his face again, wish me luck xxxx