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had the baby on the 9th at 9.48am, weighing 6lb 8oz. I was being sick so fiance got that first cuddle.
he had "wetlung" so wasn't allowed to stay with me, he was rushed off to neonatal special care and an incubator after we were in the recovery room, while I was taken to the normal caesarian ward.
fiance divided his visiting time between us, and he was there all the time the hospital would allow - except for when he was trying to find us a home. He's been a really good, hands-on daddy... even meconium didn't phase him.
wasn't allowed out of bed for the first day so it was killing me not being able to see my baby
as soon as they took my catheter out I was loaned a wheelchair and fiance took me to see the baby. He's gorgeous and tiny!
got him back from the neonatal special care ward that afternoon, poor little thing had bruises on hands and feet from injections etc, and both elbows... had a cannula in his arm too... was taken back to special care twice a day to get treatment.
meanwhile my blood pressure went a bit weird and kept rising and lowering (mainly rising) so they had fun adjusting my meds...
they couldn't release us while either of us was receiving treatment, so I ended up staying for a week instead of the predicted 3 days.
Got released, a friend came and collected me and the baby, we're staying with him (about 3 hours car journey away from fiance) because he's a lovely guy who won't let me fall through the gaps in the system when he has a spare room. I miss fiance and baby Arwyn is missing his daddy too
anyone wanting to wish or pray, fiance is house-hunting again tomorrow...wish him well!
hopefully we'll get to see fiance again in a few days.
I had to convince the hospital that this is situational depression not post natal depression...
the hospital staff all agreed that fiance's parents are evil for turning their grandchild and me out and endangering both our lives. When I was allowed back there to pack (and fiance had to beg for that much consideration) fiance's mum was trying to justify her actions... I was kind of rude and told her I didn't want to hear it. She wanted me to say "it's ok" but making me take Arwyn away from his daddy, making me pack up as much as we could fit in my friend's tiny car when I am supposed to be taking it easy because it's DANGEROUS for me not to.... nah. I just kept on repeating that I didn't want to hear it. I refused to speak to his "dad" at all... I was raised that if you have nothing nice to say, you say nothing.
Anyway, thanks to one amazing friend, Arwyn and I are safe for now.
thanks for all the concern.