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Update

It has been a few months since I wrote my last blog about the boys. Tbh I have been really struggling with my mood and keeping my game face on. Took a while to realise it just isn’t possible to do it all, so prioritising the boys and work I took the spare moments I would usually use for writing my blog to just have 5 mins, Practice my Soothing Rhythm Breathing and attempt to be less critical of myself in the process. I have been using the compassionatemind.co.uk website and I have found it to be a massive tool I have used to help me remain calm and grounded.

The boys have been full of mischief as usual. Out of the 4 places on offer for special education nursery provision in North Lanarkshire my boys were very lucky and were allocated a morning space each. They start Clydeview Nursery in Motherwell in August and will be there for 2 years until they start primary school. I am hoping this will be the game changer in their development progress. Already since May I have seen such a difference in not only Lewis’ speech development but also Logan’s. it is so so cute hearing Lewis shout ‘again’ or ‘my turn’, in the morning waking up to Logan shouting ‘ewis where are you?’

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Pressure.

Pressure from society and social media to be the “perfect parent”

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Memories

Having a look at my Facebook and the memories pop up. Sitting here in tears yet again. Last winter was a particularly brutal winter for my preemie friends. At the time Logan’s chest had also been very bad and all my anxieties were heightened. This winter – touch wood, has been better for our family in regards to chest infections, although I would say Logan has had his fair share of illness earlier on this year with him having RSV, turning blue going limp needing to be 999 rushed to hospital in an ambulance and having nebuliser and oxygen therapy in March. The post I wrote is written below:

I honestly thought wow today was tough with my boys. But I have just learned that a preemie warrior just like them has passed away and grew their angel wings. I would take today’s sickness tantrums and random scream hysterical crying times a million just to make sure my boys stayed here with me. Puts life and our supposed struggles into perspective. There are too many families not spending Christmas with their babies. Some I know personally some have become cyber type friends via preemie support groups. I cried today and felt like I wasn’t coping as well as I should but there are families crying for more serious problems than mine.

“Tonight I came to bed to find my boys snuggled up like this and I cried again. Not because I was sad or stressed but because I realised how extremely lucky I am to have these 2 amazing fighters to kiss and cuddle good night.

I love my boys more than words can ever describe.

Also I should add before any bashing begins that I did move Logan’s leg away from his brothers neck.”

The last few months have been hard for us in other ways. Extreme tantrums due to the boys lack of understanding and social communication skills. The paediatrician putting it in black and white that Logan more than likely is on the autistic spectrum and for tests to begin next year. Yet again however, seeing this post pop up on my memory feed has brought me back down to earth with a bump. At least I still have my boys with me happy, mostly healthy and more importantly alive! Mums of angel babies would give anything to have their gorgeous babies back here on earth and in their arms dealing with whatever life throws at them.

I can’t reiterate enough how lucky I am to have these 2 amazing warriors clinging to my side fighting over who is getting cuddles from me everyday. No matter what life throws at us and how bad we feel we have it, it is important to remember there are people out there who are going through worse. We all have our own journeys to face but remembering those angel babies for me is a priority.

Sending prayers and hugs into the universe for those babies we never got to meet or were taken away from us far too soon. Also, praying for the families here on earth they left behind.

Scottish Twin Mamma.

Xxxx

World Prematurity Day 17th November 2017 — Triggering PTSD

Today is a very significant day for parents of premature babies world wide. As with many health issues you can find support groups on social media platforms such as Facebook etc personally I am a member of a few groups aimed towards anxiety, premature birth and multiple birth. It is a well known fact that multiple births are high risk pregnancies and a high percentage end with the babies being born early. Usually the more babies are there, the earlier the babies are born. What isn’t discussed as often is Singleton babies born too soon. According to The World Health Organisation (WHO) there are sub-categories of pre-term birth, based on gestational age.

  • Moderate – late preterm (32 to <37 weeks)
  • Very preterm (28-<32 weeks)
  • Extremely preterm Aka micro preemie (<28 weeks)

My boys were born at 25 weeks gestation. Lewis was 1lb 7ozs. (652grams) Logan was 1lb 11ozs (765grams)

Of the 1 million preterm babies who die every year it has been reported the 3/4 of these babies could have been saved if they had access to proven and usually inexpensive care, such as warmth, breastfeeding support and basic medical care for breathing difficulties and infections. Just let that sink in. 3/4 million babies could be saved every year. That one statistic is enough to prove raising awareness of preterm birth is essential. By raising awareness we are able to raise funding that can go towards research to prevent as many preterm births as possible. Although, as a preemie mum it can be so so difficult to see all the pictures of tiny babies with breathing tubes fighting for their life in incubators I understand the importance of getting those images and stories out there. If you read blogs or articles that take you through someone’s NICU journey you will find most of the mums state that they had very little knowledge of preterm birth and it’s causes.

My case was a bit different however, I grew up knowing that the miracles of science could save a baby born so early. My older brother was born at 26 weeks gestation in 1977. The doctors didn’t give him a real chance of survival. He weighed less than a bag of sugar. He is now 40 years old with his own family. My poor mum then went into labour with me around the same gestation, however, this time they knew that there was a chance of this happening so she had been monitored very closely throughout her pregnancy. So with some medical interventions I lasted until mum was 30 weeks pregnant. It was always thought that spontaneous preterm labour was not heredity, yet recently WHO have stared there could be a family link.

I have tried to speak about my experiences of preterm birth with my boys in this blog but I have successfully managed to avoid my personal feelings and speak more about the facts. This has been one of my biggest personal demons. I’m like an emu. When life is stressful I put the biggest smile on my face, pretend to the world that everything is A-ok and bury my head along with my problems in the sand. I recently discovered this only works for a certain length of time then all those fears, feelings and anxieties rush to the surface and there is no way to hold it all back. The last few months have been like a living hell and I’m sure my family who are my biggest support network will agree it wasn’t pleasant for them either. I went from being a happy bubbly person to someone who took every tiny thing to heart and would explode in a rage to defend herself when in actual fact I wasn’t being threatened in the slightest. Some studies suggest that up to 71% of NICU mums go on to develop PTSD. Is it any wonder though? The body and mind go through such a massive invasion at childbirth and that is when mum and baby are in good health. Now add in additional stressors such as traumatic birth, premature birth, complications to mum and baby.

So today is National Prematurity Awareness Day. Please take some time to pray for and/or send Well wishes for those babies who are still currently riding that NICU rollercoaster.

Think of the babies born too soon who didn’t get to go home from the neonatal unit.

Think of the babies who fight life threatening illness every winter due to their lungs being damaged from Prematurity.

Think of the babies who due to being born early and fighting for life daily in the early stages are now left with physical, cognitive or learning disabilities.

Think of the parents who fight along side their little warriors praying to take their place and not see their little miracle suffer everyday.

Think. Just think. The fight doesn’t end for many parents and babies when they leave the NICU and often this is a time where the parents need more emotional support than before. The fight can continue for years and even be lifelong.

To all the babies born too soon, I salute you.

Stay Cool.

Scottish Twin Mamma.

World Prematurity Day 17th November 2017 — Triggering PTSD

Today is a very significant day for parents of premature babies world wide. As with many health issues you can find support groups on social media platforms such as Facebook etc personally I am a member of a few groups aimed towards anxiety, premature birth and multiple birth. It is a well known fact that multiple births are high risk pregnancies and a high percentage end with the babies being born early. Usually the more babies are there, the earlier the babies are born. What isn’t discussed as often is Singleton babies born too soon. According to The World Health Organisation (WHO) there are sub-categories of pre-term birth, based on gestational age.

  • Moderate – late preterm (32 to <37 weeks)
  • Very preterm (28-<32 weeks)
  • Extremely preterm Aka micro preemie (<28 weeks)

My boys were born at 25 weeks gestation. Lewis was 1lb 7ozs. (652grams) Logan was 1lb 11ozs (765grams)

Of the 1 million preterm babies who die every year it has been reported the 3/4 of these babies could have been saved if they had access to proven and usually inexpensive care, such as warmth, breastfeeding support and basic medical care for breathing difficulties and infections. Just let that sink in. 3/4 million babies could be saved every year. That one statistic is enough to prove raising awareness of preterm birth is essential. By raising awareness we are able to raise funding that can go towards research to prevent as many preterm births as possible. Although, as a preemie mum it can be so so difficult to see all the pictures of tiny babies with breathing tubes fighting for their life in incubators I understand the importance of getting those images and stories out there. If you read blogs or articles that take you through someone’s NICU journey you will find most of the mums state that they had very little knowledge of preterm birth and it’s causes.

My case was a bit different however, I grew up knowing that the miracles of science could save a baby born so early. My older brother was born at 26 weeks gestation in 1977. The doctors didn’t give him a real chance of survival. He weighed less than a bag of sugar. He is now 40 years old with his own family. My poor mum then went into labour with me around the same gestation, however, this time they knew that there was a chance of this happening so she had been monitored very closely throughout her pregnancy. So with some medical interventions I lasted until mum was 30 weeks pregnant. It was always thought that spontaneous preterm labour was not heredity, yet recently WHO have stared there could be a family link.

I have tried to speak about my experiences of preterm birth with my boys in this blog but I have successfully managed to avoid my personal feelings and speak more about the facts. This has been one of my biggest personal demons. I’m like an emu. When life is stressful I put the biggest smile on my face, pretend to the world that everything is A-ok and bury my head along with my problems in the sand. I recently discovered this only works for a certain length of time then all those fears, feelings and anxieties rush to the surface and there is no way to hold it all back. The last few months have been like a living hell and I’m sure my family who are my biggest support network will agree it wasn’t pleasant for them either. I went from being a happy bubbly person to someone who took every tiny thing to heart and would explode in a rage to defend herself when in actual fact I wasn’t being threatened in the slightest. Some studies suggest that up to 71% of NICU mums go on to develop PTSD. Is it any wonder though? The body and mind go through such a massive invasion at childbirth and that is when mum and baby are in good health. Now add in additional stressors such as traumatic birth, premature birth, complications to mum and baby.

So today is National Prematurity Awareness Day. Please take some time to pray for and/or send Well wishes for those babies who are still currently riding that NICU rollercoaster.

Think of the babies born too soon who didn’t get to go home from the neonatal unit.

Think of the babies who fight life threatening illness every winter due to their lungs being damaged from Prematurity.

Think of the babies who due to being born early and fighting for life daily in the early stages are now left with physical, cognitive or learning disabilities.

Think of the parents who fight along side their little warriors praying to take their place and not see their little miracle suffer everyday.

Think. Just think. The fight doesn’t end for many parents and babies when they leave the NICU and often this is a time where the parents need more emotional support than before. The fight can continue for years and even be lifelong.

To all the babies born too soon, I salute you.

Stay Cool.

Scottish Twin Mamma.

Feeling sad and disconnected

As I have mentioned in a previous post I broke my upper arm about a month ago.  This is not ideal when you have 11 month old twin boys who rely on you for everything. I did all feeds nappy changes and cares by myself day and night bar one.  Their daddy would always help with the feed before bedtime as it was the only one he was there for due to work. So breaking my arm has been a major blow.  I’m very grateful and lucky to have a very supportive family and at present always have at least one person with me from when hubs goes to work in morning til he gets home at night.

The down side to this is never having any time alone with my boys.  Also not being able to visit with my friends and their babies when I want to as it isn’t fair to ask my family to sit through a visit with people they do know know. Plus as you may have guessed I have the tendency to waffle on a bit and my family know this all too well.

I’ve read loads of stories of parents in NICU struggling to bond with their babies due to always being watched and not being able to cuddle their babies when needed or wanted. I always felt very thankful that I wasn’t one of them.  Well I wasn’t until now.

I am am right handed and it is my right arm I have broken so even with the biggest will in the world I am unable to do anything for myself.  The luxury of washing dressing and even which way to out my hair that day has all been stripped from me and I’m relying on the help of others.

So so you may ask what does this mean for my boys? Well they are still being well cared for its just not by me.  I can’t feed them, wash them, play with them or even change a nappy. I always want to cuddle them but need to wait til they are settled and my care giver of the day can place them onto my left side but as soon as they are active they are whipped away from me as it just wouldn’t be safe.  I couldn’t catch them if they decided to hurl themselves backwards for example.

After struggling with infertility for 9 years I am well aware that I should just be happy that I have not only one baby but two   Trust me, I am deliriously happy  however, very selfishly I don’t want to just love them I want them to love me back   I want to be their world as they are mine  Unfortunately I fear that babies are programmed the same way as my cats, their main aim in life just now is survival so their loyalties lie with whoever feeds and looks after them and I have to say this is breaking my heart.  I know all the logical future scenarios of “och the babies won’t remember anything of this and all will go back to normal once you are healed” this does not stop me from being scared that things won’t return to normal and even if they do I still want my boys to look at me the way they used to. Perhaps I am overreacting and their behaviour hasn’t changed towards me at all, I feel it has though and nothing I do shakes that feeling.

I feel I’m done with the days of having to ask permission of whoever is about to cuddle my own boys   This whole experience has brought back some horrible memories that were best left buried in my sub-conscious somewhere.

 

I just miss my boys and selfishly want them back to relying on me   Looking into my eyes with that milk drunk look that says “dude, your the best!” And perhaps one of the things that makes me the saddest- being able to snuggle both my boys at the same time and smother them in kisses

For being generally an upbeat person, I have a lot of not only dislike but hatred running through my body. I hate feeling disconnected from my boys, I hate this whole situation it I think most of all I hate myself for being so stupid as to fall in the snow.  I mean I live in Scotland for crying out loud, it snows here more often than it rains elsewhere.

Scottish twin preemie mamma

x

 

 

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