Preemie Life & Where It Began
This is, I suppose, an attempt to get back to the roots of why I started blogging in the first place. I was a new mum to a medically fragile little boy and writing was the only thing that made me feel more human about the situation.
In the last few months, my mental health has deteriorated and I’ve definitely made a conscious effort to stay away from all things related to Matthews birth. Quite simply, it’s been too hard to talk or write about.
I see this bright and energetic little boy every single day running circles around me and it’s really easy to forget how difficult his start was, until I see photographs of him back then.
My delicate little baby boy, wrapped in wires and bandages. It gets you. Right in the pit of your gut.
It felt painful then and it feels painful now. But it’s important to have perspective and that’s what I’ve had for such a long time. Perspective that my boy is happy and healthy enough to live a normal-ish life.
In the same breath I don’t want to completely forget the traumatic first few months of his life because those months are genuinely the reason I believe he is the strong little boy he is today.
Nobody can prepare you for prematurity. It’s terrifying.
Nobody can prepare you for life in the NICU. It’s life changing.
All I can say is, I am proud of my preemie warrior, and that pride grows with every single day that passes.Tags: NeoNatal, NICU, Preemie, Premature, prematurity