Today is world prematurity day. I have seen, and read some phenomenal story’s this morning from parents who’s little ones against the odds, pulled through to thrive into healthy bambinos.
I was recently asked to write an article on my experience of the NICU, which has reminded me once again how incredibly lucky we were in that respect. Other than Blakely’s little brain bleed that cleared itself up, we had no other complications. Each of our girls arrived screaming into the world, and developed normally in every respect. You can read about my experience here.
We were blessed in every sense with our three, mostly that we didn’t have an emergency birth. Although a highly stressful situation we managed to hit our elected date. Non of us were expecting all three babies to make it without some sort of complication.
Reading the experiences of other men who had walked this path before me was quite emotional. Dealing with multiples it is to be expected, I followed some heartbreaking stories from Dad’s in the NICU, still do, but also the miracles that occur on a regular basis with the early arrivals.
We spent a short time in the NICU, the majority was in the SCBU, waiting til they were all latched and feeding. It was 20 days in total.
Naturally each experience differs, but the one real blessing of anyone’s experience, is the care and attention given by the nurses and doctors who work in that environment. Not just the care of the babies but also the parents.
We will always be eternally grateful to the nurses who took care of our girls, and of us as they arrived and began their journey. It’s always nice to be reminded of the miracle that took place in our own lives not so long ago.