Elsie Rose is three weeks and 3 days old. For each of the 24 days that she has been alive, we have been thankful for her. For her strength and her courage, and her stamina too. We are thankful that we were given a few extra weeks of a stressful pregnancy. We know that things could have been so different for her, and for us. Those last few weeks made a huge difference.
The first time the doctors told us they wanted to deliver our baby prematurely was a huge shock.
We were used to pregnancies that lasted at least 41 weeks, if not 42 and a couple of extra days on top. I was prepared for a baby in late November, even entertained ideas of sharing my birthday. A baby delivered at 34 weeks terrified us. (more…)
After several hours on the postnatal ward, Elsie and I were finally discharged into the real world. Free to leave the safe confines of this sterile world into which she was born, and our little IUGR super star slept on. We’d been told we’d have to wait until feeding was established before we could leave, but once my pain relief medications and fragmin shots were ready the midwife in charge saw no reason to keep us. So, strapped into our Doona (more on that later) Elsie and I made a very slow retreat from the hospital. Much of our first week together was documented on Instagram, through photos and captions and comments and I’d love to share some of them with you.
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Having been inside the hospital since Thursday, it was wonderful to feel fresh air on my skin on that Saturday night. And as the city was getting ready to drink, dance and laugh, we were off on a new, very different adventure. (more…)