I’ve decided to post my birth story although it’s taken some time!

I have a chronic illness (cyclical vomiting syndrome) and from week 3 of pregnancy had severe hyperemesis and was hospitalised.

I literally spent 95% of my pregnancy in hospital. My baby was always measuring small as I was being fed through my PICC line and she wasn’t getting adequate nutrition.

I was booked in for my induction for 37 weeks. 2 weeks before (35 weeks) I went to the maternity assessment unit as my PICC line had dislodged, after 3 doctors and 5 nurses they were finally able to remove it and told me to come back on Monday morning so they could put another one in.

Monday morning comes and I go to the hospital, vomiting uncontrollably as per and they said “we’re going to induce you now”, I had no nappies, car seat, baby clothes, clothes for me, nothing. I was so unprepared.

They admitted me and began the induction with the pessary, I then had the gel and a 2nd pessary, meanwhile they still claimed to have no beds on the labour ward! This went on for days. On day 5, I finally went to the labour ward and was started on the hormone drip. Baby’s heart rate kept dropping but they kept writing it off. I was on the maximum dose and contracting like crazy but unfortunately I wasn’t progressing enough so the decision was made to have an emergency c section.

They prepared me and took me into theatre only to rush me back out as “there was another emergency”. I fell asleep for a few hours and woke up screaming, something wasn’t right, the doctor came to do an internal examination and gave my midwife a weird look before rushing me into theatre.

They numbed my lower body and I was vomiting but choking on it as I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t breathe and had oxygen.

They finally performed the c section and the first thing the doctor said was, “she’s tiny” but she didn’t cry, she didn’t make a sound.

“Why isn’t she crying?” I asked.

The doctor from NICU called his consultant who came rushing in and they started “working on my baby”.

“She can’t quite breathe on her own yet, but we’re doing everything we can”, they told me.

5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed...

“WHEN IS SHE GOING TO BREATHE?” I kept asking.

This was the scariest moment in my life. I carried this little bean through 9 months of hell, constantly thinking she wasn’t going to make it as I was so sick.

Finally, after 30 minutes she started to breathe. The cord was wrapped round her neck thrice, causing her heart rate to dip but the midwives thought nothing of it.

I was finally able to hold my girl.

They took us to the post natal ward and I started screaming the ward down, “PLEASE I BEG YOU. HELP ME” Something wasn’t right, I was having the most intense pains, the hormone drip still attached.

Three anaesthetists, my consultant and two midwives rushed to me and gave me all kinds of pain relief.

I slept.

When I woke up I couldn’t move at all, I couldn’t lean over to hold my baby, I couldn’t hold my bottle of water, nothing.

Someone else had to change my daughter, someone else had to rock her to sleep, I was helpless.

This lasted for a week before I could finally get out of the hospital bed and they discharged me.

My daughter is named Milágros, she is a true miracle and I’m so lucky she survived.

My 5lb preemie 💗

1 day old

2 weeks old

2 weeks old and still too small for micro nappies

This is my chunky girl now, full of mummy’s breastmilk but still in newborn clothes at 7 months old.

My bestest friend