Birth Story 8

This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed. 28 weeks pregnant with my 3rd child, another boy! Up until then all had gone swimmingly. However, things would soon change. I started bleeding again, just spotting and getting tightenings. Given my previous history of a premature birth I went in to be checked out, I was examined and placed on a monitor. I was dialated at 1cm but the tightenings weren’t contractions just braxton hicks. I was told to rest as much as I could with 2 children under the age of 2. So I did. On and off I continued to have the spotting but was assured by my midwife it was fine. Then at 33 weeks exactly I began bleeding more severely with the tightenings gaining momentum. Concerned I called the midwife who came out right away and upon examining me she found my waters to be trickling and felt the tightenings had now changed from braxton hicks to contractions. She called an ambulance. The ambulance came and what a palaver that was. I wasn’t allowed to walk down the stairs as she felt I was close to giving birth so I was strapped to a stretcher and carried down the stairs… that was scary. When we got to the hospital I was monitored but by now everything had stopped again. So just as they were going to allow me home under bed rest, at 9pm as if on the dot I had another tightening. The doctor felt it and felt it was...

One ladies experience of severe morning sickness

This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed. “Have you tried ginger biscuits?” “Try drinking Lucozade,” “it’s only morning sickness!” Just some of the things I heard a lot when I was pregnant with my son, but what a lot of people didn’t realise is hyperemesis gravidarum is a lot worse than that. When my sickness started as soon as I did a pregnancy test, I thought it would soon ease. How wrong was I. After a week of none stop sickness, everything finding its way back up (even water) I couldn’t take anymore. I was weak and tired of being told to get on with it. A trip to the doctors and a hospital admission made me realise that, although I felt stupid being in hospital, that maybe there was something more serious wrong. It was then that I learnt about hyperemesis (hg), the effect it can have on women and just how serious it can become. Severely dehydrated and with high ketone levels I was hooked up to a drip and started on anti sickness injections which took effect almost immediately. A week later I was eventually discharged and placed on medication for the length of my pregnancy. Weirdly just before my 20wk scan the medication stopped working, the sickness returned and I was threatened with another hospital stay unless the new tablets worked. For 30 weeks I felt nauseous daily, couldn’t travel anywhere, could only eat plain and bland food and spent more time than necessary working out what I could...

A nasty ex partner?

This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed. My partner and myself had his eldest daughter aged 15 living with us and she was very happy, went to school and then college, helped a little around the house, kept her own bedroom tidy and was genuinely lovely to have around. However, one night she went to a party and was told to be back by 11.00pm as it was just down the road. When she didn’t return we went to the house and the mother of the party holder told us they had gone to the local pub as they had a *lock-in*! As she was only 15 we were having none of this so went to the pub and knocked on the door. Several knocks later the bar person answered and said it was a private party. My step daughter could be seen with a pint glass in her hand, so I quietly informed her I wanted my step daughter to leave… the barmaid refused.. so I told her her age… she couldn’t get her out quick enough…. We told my step daughter that she couldn’t go out for a week and she screamed take me back to my moms, using lots of foul abusive threats, and so we did. The next day the ex-wife turns up with my step daughter and her younger sister to take all her stuff home…. that was ten years ago……. The point of my long story is this… ex-wives, why do they have to pour poison into...

I had 3 premature babies

This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed. Frightened Confused feeling so alone in an Alien world. A world where you feel so helpless, You feel robbed… robbed of your ‘perfect’ pregnancy! The lights, the bleeping, there are tubes and wires everywhere, the same sad scared look on other parents faces as they too have been propelled into this frightening place….. NICU aka Neonatal Intensive Care unit for premature and sick babies! A premature birth is that of a baby born before 37 weeks gestation. There are different levels of pre-maturity with those babies born earlier, especially before 26 weeks generally being at more risk! Did you know in the UK alone 54,000 babies are born prematurely each year with various levels of health issues ranging from things like weight gain and learning to feeding to Bradycardia – which is where babies forget to breath momentarily, maintaining their temperature, jaundice…… to name a few. That said, with technology in this day and age, premature babies can and do get on well given specialist medical assistance. Your baby will likely be placed in a ‘plastic box’ which is called an incubator and acts as an artificial womb until your baby is well enough to be placed into a cot and wow what an achievement that feels. Your baby may also undergo some phototherapy if he/she has jaundice, I liked to call this their sunbathing time. They may also need blood transfusions, ventilating or C-Pap which is a milder option – it is 2 prongs laced...

Losing a Grandma – How I Told My 4 Year Old His Gran Was Dying

This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed. No parenting manual can prepare you for some of the hardest situations you could face as a parent. The only time I have really known grief and death was when I was 20 with the loss of my fiance and I found there was no way this could prepare me for a 4 year old’s reaction to losing a relative. My son had always been close to his great gran, my only living grandparent (the rest died when I was young so I couldn’t remember). He would see her several times a week with my dad on the days I had to work early and he loved the trips over to watch the trains from her living room window. At the age of 94, she was still in seemingly ok health. She lived alone in a 2 bed house, baked for the family weekly and lived for our visits. So it came as a massive surprise when my dad went over one morning and found her in pain. On being rushed to hospital she was immediately admitted, placed on oxygen and antibiotic treatment started. Just 4 days later, whilst visiting her the doctor confirmed our worst fears, despite treatment she wasn’t improving and that if she remained the same overnight then they would be starting end of life care. How do you tell a 4 year old that his beloved great gran would not be coming home, that he would never see her again? The best...

I often get asked what it’s like being a working single mum?

This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed. I often get asked what its like being a working single mum, how I feel about working instead of spending time with my boy and there is no easy answer to give. I knew in pregnancy I would only be able to take minimum time off work and even with saved holidays it didn’t make it any easier. With my son just 3 months old I ventured back into the world of work and believe me it was the hardest thing I did. Day after day I would sit at work wondering what milestone he was reaching, what I was missing that day? Luckily, my parents did my childcare for the first 18 months and would bring my son down in my lunch breaks so I would get an hour in the day with him. Putting him into nursery when he reached 18 months old was actually an easier decision for me than it would be for most parents. We had missed out on all the parents groups so he had little interaction with other children and I knew that despite the cost it was something I had to do. It turned out the easiest decision was also the best decision as he totally flourished and the improvements in his development was instantly noticeable. The hardest part in the first 18 months was the group of friends we had made in my first 3 months off work rarely invited us anywhere as they expected me to...