I was admitted to hospital at 33 weeks pregnant with a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI). The infection caused preterm labor.
[UTI’s are more common during pregnancy because of changes in the urinary tract. The uterus sits directly on top of the bladder. As the uterus grows, its increased weight can block the drainage of urine from the bladder, causing an infection.]
I was already fully dilated and the doctor didn’t want to risk sending me home as I could give birth at anytime. He wanted to keep my baby inside for as long as possible.
After a week of treatment the infection didn’t go away. The 25th of August 2015 the doctor informed me that he’ll have to take the baby out as she’s at risk of getting the infection.
My heart dropped…I went numb.
I sobbed and gathered enough courage to phone my husband. When I heard his voice the words couldn’t come out.
Our baby was going to be born on the 26th of August 2015 at 34 weeks gestation. All I could think about was whether she’ll be OK.
The pediatrician I chose and the anesthetist came around to talk me through the process. The pediatrician explained that since my baby is at 34 weeks gestation she’ll have to go to NICU for a few days or weeks depending on her progress. They scheduled a tour of the NICU so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed when visiting my baby the first time.
Our baby girl was born at 9h45 26 August 2015 weighing 2,32kg. She didn’t cry when she was born and had us all worried. There was a deafening silence in theater.
Then she sneezed!! That was the most amazing sneeze I’ve ever heard. The silence immediately broke.
I couldn’t hold or see her as the doctor handed her to the pediatrician almost immediately. It all happened so fast.
The pediatrician shouted from across the room “don’t worry she’s OK, she’s just one of the quiet babies”. I think he could sense our worried as my baby didn’t make a sound. They took Shaliah to NICU and I went back to the ward.
I just wanted to see her face, touch her and smell her but I couldn’t as I had to lay flat on my back for at least a day.
I had to be satisfied with looking at pictures of my baby girl and hear from her “Proud Daddy” how cute and tiny she was. Needless to say I wished the day away just so I could meet my baby girl.
Finally the day I get to meet my baby girl for the first time. I couldn’t wait for the nurse to come and help me up. I walked to the bathroom as fast as a person who just open surgery could and freshened up. I was so determined that I forgot about the pain I was in.
I was going to see my baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!
I felt a little nervous as I approached NICU. I wasn’t sure what to expect even though everyone told me my little girl was doing very well. As I entered I looked around to see where she was laying. A very polite nurse directed me towards her little bed. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw man!! There was my little girl. The most beautiful sight ever! Her tiny little frame all curled up. She looked so peaceful. The motherly instinct kicked in immediately and I reached down to pick her up so I could give her a BIG squeeze and give her a million kisses. She was just so perfect!! The nurse stopped me dead in my tracks. (insert ugly cry). I couldn’t pick her up yet. I was so sad I didn’t even hear why I couldn’t pick my baby girl up. I sat down next to her and rubbed her soft skin gently. I sat next to her tiny bed for the rest of the day, rubbing her and singing lullabies.