Our first time seeing our premature baby boy

Here is the story of the first time that my husband and I were able to see our premature son.

The first time that we were able to see our preemie sonThe first time that my husband and I saw our premature baby boy was over 12 hours after I gave birth to him. You can read about my experience with premature labor and delivery here. Since the hospital that I delivered him in did not have an NICU he was transported about 15-20 minutes away to a different hospital via ambulance. My doctor gave me the opportunity to leave not long after I had him so that we could go see our son, but my mom talked me into staying the night to have the nurses and doctors monitor me for a little while to make sure that I didn’t have any blood clots or anything else that could happen after birth. The first time that my husband and I saw our premature baby boy was over 12 hours after I gave… Click To Tweet

The next morning around 9:00 am the doctor came in and said that everything looked normal and I was discharged. My husband and I went home, showered and sat together for a little while to kind of digest what had just happened the day before. Once we were ready, we went to see our son for the first time since he was delivered. As you read in My Experience With Preterm Labor and Delivery, we were only able to see our little angel for about 1 minute before they took him out of the room in an isolate to take him to his hospital.Here is the story of when my husband and I met our premature son, more than 12 hours after giving birth to him.

We were both nervous, scared, excited, happy, and anxious to meet our little boy. Neither of us had any experience with a premature baby, or an NICU so we didn’t really know what to expect. We walked into the hospital, took the elevator to the 3rd floor and called on the phone outside of the glass double doors with our specific patient number. They opened the doors and we were told that we needed to scrub our hands at the sink to the right. It felt very similar to a doctor scrubbing in for surgery, there will little white disposable sub brushes and very strong soap. Once we had scrubbed we walked to another set of glass double doors. The doors opened and it was like a sea of isolates. There were 3 “pods” that all had isolates full of premature babies in them. I was so overwhelmed. The doors opened and it was like a sea of isolates Click To Tweet

There was no one there to help us at the time, they probably didn’t realize that we were new parents, I’m not sure. Anyway, we just walked to the first pod and all of the isolates had little blankets covering the top (I didn’t know why at the time), so all we could see were little itty bitty feet. I looked to the right and saw my sons feet, I said to my husband “that’s him, those are his feet!” now remember, we had only seen him for about 1 minute the day before. We looked up and on the wall above his isolate we saw a cute little sign with a name on it. It was a name similar to his first name and our last name. It truly was our son, I was right, those were the tiny little toes that wrapped about my finger for 30 seconds the day before.

The nurse came over and introduced himself. He ended up being one of our sons main nurses the entire 4 months that he was in the NICU. We mentioned that his first name was incorrect and a new sign was made for him. We then stared at the tiny little 2 lb 3 oz angel. He was perfect, he had an endotracheal tube in his mouth because his lungs were not fully developed and he needed help breathing. There were little wires going into his belly button, which was where they “fed” him from. We learned that he didn’t get actual food at that time, his stomach was still too tiny.

Here is the story of the first time that my husband I were able to meet our premature son, more than 12 hours after he was delivered.He was our son, our sweet angel, and he was perfect. He looked like nothing but skin and bones… because that’s all that he was. His skin was still very thin, so we had to limit the amount of time that we touched him, and we were not able to hold him yet. We were able to touch his little feet again, and put our finger into his hand. Our time touching him was limited because we didn’t want to transfer any germs that we did have on us because his little immune system was not developed.

We sat there watching our son through a plastic isolate for hours. We never wanted to leave and when the time came to go it was the hardest moment ever. We didn’t want to leave him there alone, even though he wasn’t alone, he had nurses, but not his parents. We finally said goodnight to our little angel and touched his little head and feet as tears creeped out of both of our eyes (even though we were both trying to be strong). We sat there watching our son through a plastic isolate for hours Click To Tweet

We were not able to hold our son after he was born, or even the next day. We were not able to have him lay next to us in our room after he was born. We were not able to take him home with us when we left the hospital. We were, however, able to feel the love that a parent feels after their child is born. We were able to touch our son and feel our love flow through our fingers onto him. We were able to show him our love with our voices. I would sit with him for 12-14 hours a day for the next 4 months and my husband would come after work for 6-7 hours per day. He knew the love that we had for him, and we showed him in every possible way.

He knew the love that we had for him, and we showed him in every possible way. Click To Tweet



My experience with Preterm Labor and Delivery

My experience with preterm labor and delivery

My labor and delivery was very different with my oldest son. The week before I delivered him I began spotting, so my mom and boyfriend (now husband) took me to the hospital to make sure that everything was ok. They did an ultrasound, gave me fluids and told me that I had a urinary tract infection. They gave me medication and sent me home with no restrictions.

Exactly 1 week later we were looking for homes when I started to feel cramps as we were driving around. They felt similar to menstrual cramps, which was not uncommon for me to have throughout this pregnancy. They progressively became worse as the day went on, but still I didn’t think much of it. I was only 26 weeks along, delivering my baby was the last thing on my mind. Eventually we got back to my in-laws house and I went to the bathroom and noticed that I was bleeding again. I called my mom and we (my mom, husband and I) decided to go to the hospital again, thinking that they would just keep me overnight this time.My experience with Preterm and Full Term Labor and Delivery

When I got there they checked me and once the doctor was done she didn’t say a word, she just walked out of the room and closed the door. I knew at that moment that something was wrong. They came back in and told me that my water sack was showing and I was dilated to 7… I was having my baby… soon. I remember the doctor and nurses walking out of the room and I turned my head and held my breath as long as I could, trying to hold back my tears. I am a very guarded person and I don’t like to show my feelings, I don’t like to come across as a “weak” person.

I knew at that moment that something was wrong Click To Tweet

The nurses rolled me down the hallway to the delivery room, I remember it feeling like I was in a movie. Once we got into the delivery room the doctor did an ultrasound and came up with a game plan. They gave me Magnesium Sulfate to try and slow the contractions, which worked but it was still too late. The Magnesium made me feel like I was on fire and drunk, it made me sick to my stomach… it was awful!

They then broke my water, which was the most painful thing that I had ever experienced. I remember tears falling down my cheeks even though I was trying my hardest to “be strong”. Once my water was broken they needed me to tell them when I was having contractions, but I couldn’t feel them anymore due to the Magnesium. Once I started to feel them again they had me push. I had no idea what I was doing. I pushed… but nothing happened. This went on probably 5-6 times, the doctor kept telling me to stop pushing with my face… I had no idea what he was talking about.

I remember tears falling down my cheeks even though I was trying my hardest to be strong Click To Tweet

He finally said that if I didn’t get the baby out soon he was going to have to do a c-section because every time I pushed the baby’s heart rate would drop. He called to have them prep the OR. I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but right after that my son came out. He just kind of slid out! There was a team there from another hospital specifically for him, so they gave my son right over to them. He was 2 lbs 3 oz and 14 inches long. I didn’t get the chance to hold my baby after he was born, but I was able to touch his little toes with my finger right before they took him away to the ambulance. He curled his little toes around my finger, I will never forget that feeling and that moment. Then, he was wheeled away, and I was taken to my recovery room. I wasn’t able to see him until the next day.

I was able to touch his little toes with my finger right before they took him away to the… Click To Tweet

That was my first time experiencing “fight or flight,” my body and my mind just took over. It was one of the strangest feelings in the world, it’s very hard to explain. I didn’t think too much, I was scared, nervous, anxious, everything that you would imagine to be, but I just kind of let go and let everything happen. I’m happy to say that our little 26 weeker is a very happy, silly, intelligent 8 1/2 year old now!
My experience with Preterm Labor and Delivery