I first found out I was pregnant on the second week of September, 2 years ago. At first, I was disappointed mainly because I felt that having a baby meant that I would be stuck home taking care of it. The news didn't really surprise my family. That's probably because I was the youngest of 5 children and was the only one left who hasn't gotten married yet, at the time.
2 months after that, my boyfriend and I got married and we lived in their house, with his mother and his siblings. I am a nurse and so is my husband. It was all going okay, just waiting for the baby to come out. I visited my doctor regularly to make sure that the baby was monitored and that I would be advised on what activities and food to avoid and what to make part of my daily routine so that my baby would come out healthy.
For some reason, the baby came out early than was expected. I couldn't accept that I was having pre-term labor, and I even told the doctor on duty at the emergency unit that it wasn't possible, I wasn't due to deliver until 3 months later. But my baby was impatient. She wanted to see the world now, and couldn't wait until she was fully developed later.
The delivery wasn't bad. By the time they took me to the labor room I was already fully dilated which meant they had to take me to the delivery room and have the baby come out. I was so confused, in agony, and in denial. My brain kept shouting this wasn't supposed to happen yet, it was way too early. But what could I do when I was already fully dilated? My baby might as well have waved at the nurses in front her.
I know this might sound unintelligent for someone who is a nurse married to a nurse as well. I don't like to talk about what happened. Every time I think about that day, it makes me so sad. I keep blaming myself for not taking care of things as I should have. I don't want to dwell on the issue, I have my faults and I admit them. I just don't like to talk about them.
My baby was so small she had to stay in the hospital for almost 3 months. Which meant we had to tighten our belts for her. I didn't care about the expenses. I cared that my baby got everything she needed.
She stayed at the NICU for 2 months and had to have laser eye surgery during that time. After the surgery, she had to stay at the ICU and the following week they told us she could stay at a private room. 2 weeks later, we got out of the hospital.
Now I made this blog to share with you some of my feelings, insights, and what I have learned about this experience. I don't want any other mothers and mothers-to-be to go through what I went through. We all should have a healthy pregnancy and our babies should get all that they need inside our wombs, in a healthy environment where they shall fully develop and in a body that is well-nurtured and protected by their mothers.
Not only will I share things to be aware about while pregnant. This blog shall allow you to learn about health in general, not only ours (both mother and father) but more importantly, our babies as well.
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