My dd1 was born at 27 weeks. On day 2 of her life she was so ill she had a massive brain haemorrhage. No-one expected her to live. She was so unstable. My husband and I were totally shell shocked, and just spent all hours sitting by her incubator on the NNU. Against all odds (even a Consultant called it 'miraculous') dd1 did survive, and is a total treasure. Due to the brain injury she has CP, hydrocephalus and epilepsy. She is starting to walk, and chats away constantly. She is 7. She recently had an op to correct her squint. She has GDD, but is making steady progress with her learning.
I went through feelings of terrible guilt, wondering what I could have doen to help her stay in utero. This was despite being so careful during the pregnancy, and being monitored, following recurrent miscarriage. I would have done anything to change places with her when at 2 months old she had brain surgery to fit a shunt for the hydrocephalus. I had a dreadful cold the day of the op, and could not even kiss her as she was taken away to the surgery for fear of passing on the infection. I stood looking through the window of the NNU nursery with tears streaming down my face watching my lovely dh and various nurses kissing dd1 as she was prepared to go off.
We sat through blood transfusions, ventilation, nitric oxide being given etc etc. And I kep thinking - despite huge admiration and gratitude to the fantastic staff - it just shouldn't be like this.
One of the worst moments was when we took dd1 back to hospital for one of her many admissions in that 1st year, for bronchiolitis or seizures. DD1 was on a Paeds ward and a very nasty woman with a son on the ward came over, peered at her, and asked why she was so small, when the age on her notes was such and such. I explained she was prem. And sick. Woman said 'oh, did you drink and take drugs when you were pregnant, that's why they are prem isn't it?'. Stupid woman - I felt enough guilt anyway without her casting her (totally ignorant and misguided) accusations at me. But I was so gobsmacked I just sat there.
I still feel sad on her birthday, but I so grateful to have a wondrous little being as my daughter, who has changed my life totally, and enriched it in ways I could never have had imagined.
But I did, for a long time, feel 'robbed' of the pregnancy and delivery I dreamt of. And of sitting up in bed afterwards, all rosy cheeked and luminous, feeling very clever, and having loads of visitors cooing over an 8lb baby! (dd1 was 2lbs). But there you are!