After packing our accommodation up,
we set off after the ambulance had gone so that we could give time for Kaycee
to settle into her new surroundings etc.
We arrived about an hour after Kaycee.
Everything was so different.
Whereas at Wythenshawe someone was also by Kaycee’s bed. At Oldham they all sat at a nursing station
watching monitors. I didn’t like the
set up but we got told different places have different policies and really
Kaycee was well enough not to need 1 to 1 nursing. It didn’t feel welcoming at all. The nurses were nice but we never really
spoke to any of them until the evening.
The most distressing part was because I knew that I would have to leave
her alone in this place at night. We
didn’t leave until late that evening.
The next week day we got told that we had to buy Kaycee’s nappys. I know this sounds silly but I burst into
tears. Kaycee didn’t fit in newborn
sizes or anything and I just felt silly asking where we buy them from. I was so upset that they couldn’t supply
these. We went Boots and a lovely lady
helped up buy Micro Nappys. They were
so expensive for a pack of 20. By now I
didn’t have a good vibe about Oldham. I
couldn’t and didn’t feel at ease. I felt
at this stage Kaycee was too complex for them.
But I just thought it was me
being her mummy and being very overprotective.
As the weeks went by we got to know
a few nurses, told them what had happened so far with our lifes and we
established a good friendship with them.
I started coming round to the idea and realised that this was the next
stage in Kaycee’s life and it meant we were closer to getting her home. So I started to , relax and “enjoy” the
experience, of doing all Kaycee’s cares, feeds and getting to know my
daughter. The hurtful thing at the time
was, that I still couldn’t let go of Corrie.
I still cried every night once leaving Kaycee and still didn’t feel
close to Kaycee like I was with Corrie.
Novemeber came and Kaycee started to
get poorly. Obviously due to use being
so naïve we got fobbed off saying its what “all” premature babies do, so you
accept it and move on. We thought going
back on cpap / bipap was normal to give her a “rest”. Not the fact that my daughter was very
poorly and couldn’t breathe by herself like we know now. I remember walking in in the morning, and
finding my daughter on these machines.
No one had rung us in the night to tell us she had gotten so unwell. I only realise this now because any slight
change the phone rings and your informed.
This angers me so much now, communication is the key especially when
that baby is yours who they are treating.
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