wizzy989

I am a 45 year old mum of three children. My third child was born prematurely. Was born at 26 weeks gestation, had three months to go but because of complications he was born early. The membranes were infected and this affected my uterus, I had injections every day when I was admitted into hospital. Well it started off not knowing at all , there were no signs to indicate that I was pregnant. And because I have a light heart problem I put it down to my heart playing up. At that time I was wanting to lose weight and watching what I was eating. The diet seemed to be taking hold of me at this point, but I was determined to stick with it, I was even skipping meals to cheat a little. I would franticly clean because I thought that would be good exercise for me. Rushing around running for the public transport bus service. One night when I was getting ready for bed, I was in the bathroom and a gush of blood just came away there was a pool of blood on the floor. So I immediately cleaned it up and took a quick shower to clean myself up. The next day I went to the chemist to purchase prediction pregnancy test, it had two tests. I immediately when I got back from the chemist took the two tests each test confirmed that I was pregnant, so the next day after telling the family about the results of the tests that I took my husband and I went to the local doctor and brought along the evidence of the two prenancy tests. Then the doctor said well you will have to have another test so that we can really confirm your findings, the results were the same, I was definately pregnant. The doctor was giving us a choice to either abort or carry on with the pregnancy we decided to carry through with the pregnancy the doctor wasn't happy the doctor wrote out a letter to give to the hospital of our choice. I didn't like the choices the doctor gave. I told the doctor that I had bled previously he ordered me to restrict myself from doing anything and remain in bed. My husband wasn't happy about that. I tried my hardest to do what the doctor ordered but it was rather difficult for me. I kept on wanting to get, up out of boredom. I rang the hospital to make an appointment with gynaecologist. I went in for my first ultrasound with this pregnancy the fetus wasn't showing up so they ordered me to have vaginal ultrasound, I felt pressured into it because they said if you don't co-opperate you will have to find another hospital to have your baby, yeah I couldnt believe it and said to her are you kidding me, it's my body, you don't own me. Then she went away and got a gynaecologist to do the ultrasound and did the vaginal ultrasound. (Vaginal ultrasounds should not be done on pregnant women). The findings at that time were that the baby was growing but each time that vaginal ultrasound happened it was diminishing the membranes and causing me to dilate very early, each time it was opening up. There was nothing I could do but I was determined to hold on as much as I could, even if it meant my death. That is what I was thinking at the time. Then my eighting week check finally came around and it was time to have the anatomy ultrasound, to find out if there are any deformities or if there are any missing limbs or arteries etc. Again I had vaginal ultrasound and again I was dilating, I was also experiencing heart strain on the lining of the heart, it was a rather odd feeling. The assistant who was assisting the gynaecologist went away and the doctor took a look at the ultrasound he sais it is serious she will have to be admitted and be here until she delivers the baby. I wanted to go home and asked the assistant can I go home? she went for a few minutes then came back and said no you have to be admitted into hospital and said some one will come and explain every thing to you. So I was admitted into the maternity ward, because the doctors first thought that at any day now I was going to have a misscariage. Days went by then weeks. I was monitored very closely, once a week I had to have a vaginal ultrasound. Then the doctor transfered me from the maternity ward into medihotel. I was discharged from the maternity section and admitted into another section of the hospital. While there I had my own room, there were stricked rules I wasn't allowed out of bed. I found that hard todo. I wanted to move about, my body was telling me get up and about. But my conscience was saying no stay in bed. I was in medihotel for nearly a month when my water broke. By this time there was no membranes in tacked and the baby was sitting on the sac only bouncing, bouncing. until the water broke. Then I was readmitted into the maternity ward I wasn't taken anywhere to deliver I had to wait until I was in labor. Miraculously it lasted for another five and a half weeks, it surprised the doctors. All the medical staff were hoping I would deliver at thirty two weeks. But at the twenty sixthed week I couln't hold on any longer and I went into labor and the labor was so intense It was unbearable I tell you that now. Then Samuel was born and was immediately rushed into neo natal intensive care unit. He was inchubated fully with gastric feeding tube was placed in a bubble because Samuels carbondioxide and oxygen levels were out of balance. Samuel was also intensely jaundiced, was given photo therapy to break it down but with out any luck it wasn't working, because of this Sam was given a blood transfusion, but without any luck that wasn't working either. Then the crunch time I got a disturbing phone call to say that it looks like Sam is not going to make it through the night. I immediately rang my mother for support my mum said that it will be alright he is a little fighter and that he will pull through. Then at twelve o clock midnight I ran to neo natal intensive care unit and asked them how's Sam doing is he still alive, they said yes he's still alive and they wanted to know why I said this then I told them about the phone call I received, so the nurse looked on the report and said yes there was some drama and they were able to resolve it in time, apparently the doctors needed to change the oxygen tube because Samuel wasn't getting enough oxygen. It was such a roller coaster ride until Samuel was well enough to come home. Samuel is turning three on the 19th of this month and we will be celebrating with him. "Hooray"! (There is more to this story but I decided to cut it short for confidential reasons).