I was 15 & I found out I was pregnant. When I was rushed into hospital I was gestated at 34 weeks, so I was quite worried. I arrived at the hospital at 12:30am and got rushed into the labour room, where they told me I was fully dilated. He was delivered at 12:38am. It was the worst experience as he wasn't breathing, purple and just made 3lb in weight. Unlike most births he was rushed away. I was panicking like crazy. I had he's father/my partner, my mum and dad. Friends arrived shortly after. I wasn't informed what was going on. A few hours later I was allowed to see but at that point he was already in an incubator. Everyone had to leave within 5 minutes of seeing him. I got told to get some rest so they showed me to a room. I couldn't put my mind to rest so I returned to intensive care, where he was. I returned just to find out he had stopped breathing shortly after I left. He had a hat on to hold he's tube tubes in his mouth, to breath for him, he was soo tiny. I sat by he's side until the morning where they told me he was being tranferred to barnet in which I shall soon be transported. They kept me there over night whilst jay was in barnet hospital. I still couldn't sleep so I discharged myself from chase farm and made my own way to barnet. He got critically ill and was in such a state when I see him in the incubater covered in tube. It BROKE my heart. We stayed there for 2 months where he was gradually getting better. 1 month and 2 weeks I was finally allowed to hold him, I had relief sweep across my body, I had that 1 day sleep just waiting for that moment. The next day he was allowed to be fed my breast milk. He was slowly having the tubes removed and I could see just how beautiful my little boy was. I was the happiest women alive seeing my little boy looking healthier.
Him being premature was a hard thing to cope with, but I pulled through with moment he looked it my eyes and held my hand.
Now he's 11months old and a very healthy little munchkin