September has arrived folks. You know what that means right? Pumpkin flavored everything has probably already hit the shelves. Also September brings my birthday, but this year I am not going to age just eat cake :). I am ready for fall. This year is going to be very exciting because this year I get to travel with my mommy friend’s to New York City and I will see the leaves in Central Park at their most beautiful fall state.
The ‘Ber months have always been a favorite. Once they hit the calendar, the holidays are just right around the corner. Just this morning my husband and I were discussing what we as a family should be for Halloween. And you know not long after Halloween, Thankgiving comes and then of course Christmas and New Year. All of that means a lot of good eating to me.
September is also NICU Awareness Month and as I told you before my daughter was a NICU baby. She was born at 33 weeks and weighted 3 lbs 7.2 oz and she was 17 inches long. I suffered from Pre-eclampsia, which also caused me to have IGUR, which stands for Inter Uterine Growth Restriction pretty much that meant my uterus was unable to grow any more therefor restricting the baby’s growth.
The birth of my daughter was not a happy occasion as it is for most mothers. I didn’t get to have her vaginally, which may not mean much to a lot to you, but it does to me. I also did not get to hold her, to see my husband cut the cord. I didn’t get to experience that first glance when they hold the baby up and then place it on your chest. Heck, I didn’t even get to capture a picture of my daughter and myself together until later.
She was born and rushed off to the NICU where she was put on oxygen and under a heat lamp to help her maintain her body temperature.
Now, believe it or not, I had never once thought about the possibility of her coming early. We did not have the room ready, we did not have a car seat. And as bad off as I was I never once worried about myself it was all about her. I worried about her being in the NICU alone, I worried if she was being held when she cried. It truly broke my heart that I was not able to be the first person to hold her.
This month is suppose to bring awareness the NICU. A lot of people don’t realize how important it is for a hospital to have one. The hospital I delivered at had a really great NICU with a staff that cared for our family. My husband and I could stay as long as we liked, unless it was shift change or they were getting a new intake. We were able to feed her and hold her, change her diapers and we even were able to get her a sponge bath a few times as well.
I was able to pump breast milk for her and they would feed her my milk when it was feeding time. There were times I was depressed and I felt like that was the only thing I could really do as her mother, was to provide her with milk that was working on the inside to make her grow.
I promise that there will come a post later on that will have more detail about my birthing experience and also my experience as a parent of a premature baby, but it is way past my bedtime. I will leave you with a photo that a group on Facebook designed for me. The baby in the background is actually my daughter about three days after she was born.
Good night all.