Life inside NICU / SCBU.

Buzzzzz…. I waited for permission to enter the next section…. Buzzzzz…. Door unlocks,  I was given permission to enter  the locked down area. I’d just collected my lunch tray, a nice helping of beef pie with mash, gravy and carrots. A brief hello as I pass by another inmate In the corridor. No one really stops to speak, we just shuffle past each other.

Back on the ward I sit at the table with some others. Meaningless chat about the day, what we were doing there, how long we had been there. I had been in for nearly 8 weeks and every day was just as tough as the last.

It was nearly 3pm, visiting hours would begin soon…. I longed that people would come and see me. I was in a lonely place. At some points there was just me and the staff inside with no one else to talk too.

It felt like prison…. The truth was this was meant to be the happiest time of my life. I  was actually in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) or the special care baby unit (scbu) this was my first experience of  becoming a mother and my baby was with me on special care.

Today is #worldprematurityday and this is a little bit about what looking after a premature baby can be like.

Having a baby can be hard enough even if they go to full term and you are at home within a few hours. Having a premature baby or a baby that needs special care can bring a whole host of challenges you never imagined. I had a few friends that had premature babies and i truthfully didn’t realise how hard it was until i was in the same situation, i just don’t think you can understand something until it happens to you.

Often babies will start in incubators, some babies can not be touched or held for along time after they are born. A lot of babies are taken straight from their mothers and fathers and taken to special hospitals, sometimes 100s of miles away from where the parents live. This in itself can be challenging. You have to either travel on a daily basis to see your child or move away from home and live in a strange place to see your child.

A lot of premature babies have extra complications (even full term babies can have complications and need special care), breathing difficulties for example because their lungs are not as mature. Often they can have complex medical needs, some examples are babies  suffering a brain bleed at birth which can leave them severely disabled, some babies have heart problems, cystic fibrosis, downs syndrome, a lot of premature babies have to have lots of physio and occupational therapy. Even with the extra challenges they can bring, you still try and stay strong for them.

When babies are in the SCBU / NICU units lots of different tests often need to be done. They usually get an eye test done if they are quite early, which is rather unpleasant for both family and baby! They hold your babies head down and then stick things in your babies eye to examine them and shine lights in them. They often do brain scans and heart scans which are quite painless. Depending on what medical intervention your baby needs they can also do lumbar punctures which is sticking a needle in your babies spine to try and draw fluid out for testing, they also might need blood giving. Often this can be quite a challenge trying to find a vein on a small a parent you have to watch helplessly whilst they prod and poke your child with a needle over and over to try and get a vein, in my sons case they had to start shaving his head until they found a vein to fit a cannula in.

They also often need medicines given over a long period of time through a drip and usually fit something called a long line in. Basically a big cannula that they thread through the babies vein right into the main body. Its a horrible thing to watch, there is a lot of blood and you are not allowed in the room with them when they do this as it has to be sterile.

I know I am lucky and I know not everyone is as lucky with #pregnancy and #birth and I really am grateful for the staff at the hospitals for looking after my son and doing the best they can. The staff that look after our little miracles work tirelessly to help the babies and the families and often still have a smile on their faces even at the end of a very hard day.

Of course, it does have it plus side… my baby has had a full MOT for free thanks to our wonderful NHS! I am also grateful that we live in quite a rich country where we have some amazing equipment and the best medical teams. Think about people who  are in a poorer country who have nothing like this, it makes you really appreciate the #NHS, even with its flaws! Lets try and raise awareness so that people in poorer countries can get the help they deserve!

These are just my experiences of things that have to be done, there are plenty more things and plenty more stories out there… have a read on #worldprematurityday. Of course, the baby doesn’t need to be premature for a family to experience similar feeling and emotions, often poorly babies born full term can spend a lot of time in SCBU or NICU and it can be just as daunting and challenging.

In no way is having a premature baby any “harder” then having a baby born full term without complications. Its just a different experience and is often an unknown world and one that people know little about.

I wanted to write this post to inform you of what it can be like and what might happen should you ever need this information.There is a lot of support out there if you need it!

There is always light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how hard it can be.

Feel free to share if you think someone may benefit from this post or if you can relate to this post. I hope this has given you a small insight into a often unknown world. Thanks for reading. P.S if you see a building light up purple today, then you now know why! Purple is the colour for #worldprematurityday!  #bliss #kangaroocare




First time ever I saw your face…

It felt strange…. I had become a Mother…. I had a Son. All this responsibility suddenly dropped on you.

Nearly 40 hours had passed since I last saw him. Today would be the day! We could also see him and start to decide on a name. We had a few lined up but had to see him to know what suited him.


When I arrived in York I got settled in. I had managed to bring my own pillow with me, what luxury! It was quite nice, I had my own private room with a view.!


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I waited for my husband to arrive so we could head down together. When he arrived he got me loaded up into a wheel chair. I wanted my independence back but was knackered! The SCBU (Special Care Baby Unit) was all the way down a long corridor and I couldn’t be bothered walking.


We walked (and wheeled) down the corridor. There was a door with a buzzer you had to press. Someone met us and took us into the Intensive care room where our son was. It was a pretty daunting room. Machines everywhere and beeps going off constantly…


We walked over to the incubator and peered in. Our little man was in there, sunbathing!


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Tucked up in a little nest, he was all red and blotchy. He was under UV lights as they were treating him for Jaundice. He had oxygen going in through his nose to help aid his breathing. He had heart monitors picking up his heartbeat.


On his foot was a Sats machine. This picked up heart rate also and breathing rate. If his breathing dropped or stopped, this would alarm. He also had a cannula going into his tiny hand giving him medicine. It was unbelievable how they could fit a needle into such a tiny hand!

He had a nappy on him that had been tucked into itself. When we put one of these on him a few days later, it went up to under his arms!

I wanted to feel that rush of love, but in truth i wasn’t sure what i felt. It was all rather overwhelming and hard to get my head round the fact this was MY son.

He weighed a tiny 2lb 70z. Its hard to believe that people gave birth to 7lb+ babies as a 2lb baby looked just the right size too give birth to naturally!

I feel for woman who have big babies. It hard to believe that they can fit in your tummy and come out the other end! The human body is really amazing.

He was in the intensive care part of the special care baby unit. He was monitored closely. Sat staring at him, his machines kept bleeding. It was scary as nurses rushed in to check. He stopped breathing sometimes, something quite common with premature babies but still very scary. His heart beat would sometimes drop right down as well 45bpm, 60bpm…. It would slowly climb back up to 145+bpm. It felt like forever, watching the screen closely and worrying.

After a while my husband headed off back home and I went back down to my room. I needed rest as well, I was drained and also needed my medicine.

I still had the horrible socks on but was too tired to shower. They would have to wait another day!

New mum to a Prem Son

All I wanted to do was see my son, I couldn’t. I was too ill. I felt frustrated, annoyed, saddened. This isn’t how I imagined motherhood to be!

After the whole giving birth thing, myself and my husband were finally left alone in the room. My husband had managed to go and see our baby, he showed me a picture. He looked so frail and vulnerable. He was all wrapped up in a little plastic bag.2016-07-10 11.42.36

I wasn’t really sure why. I suppose its like baking them in a bag to get warm and grow!

I felt saddened that i couldn’t go and see him but happy he was OK. He was getting ready to be transported to Hull, they thought his food pipe wasn’t attached to his stomach properly so they needed to get him to Hull to operate. They promised they would bring him in to see me before he went.

The next thing I wanted to do was ring my Mum and Dad. They were still on holiday in Australia and I wanted to break the news they had become Grandparents!

I knew they would know something was up as it would be the middle of the day there and the middle of the night here. I rang them and said, “Hello Grandma” when my mum answered. She said pardon. I said “You have become a Grandma”, She couldn’t hear me so she would ring me back. Typical! They were just driving the great ocean road but were very pleased, but surprised to hear the news! Of course, we didn’t want them coming back home as it had cost a small fortune for the holiday and we wanted them to enjoy it.

My husband also rang his mum and broke the news, she was trying to sleep but was very excited to hear she had a new Grandson!

I stayed awake, waiting for them to bring my Son in to see me. I was really tired but really wanted to see him. When they finally wheeled him in he was in a massive incubator. I tried to look pleased and go “awww” but in truth i could hardly see him, he was buried by loads of towels and i couldn’t get out of bed to have a proper look. I was saddened that I couldn’t see him properly. Then he was gone as they had to get him whisked off to Hull.

I managed to get a couple of hours sleep on and off in between getting awoken by the nurses, checking I was OK and change things over etc.

By the end of Saturday afternoon I really wanted them to take my catheter out. I thought it was causing me a lot of discomfort. They said I had to prove I could get to toilet on my own first. It was painful getting the bed to lift and then swinging my legs out, I shuffled along to the bathroom and did my thing. It really really hurt but I was determined to get the catheter out. When they took it out the pain did not subside, it was only the next morning when the took the bandage and balloon out that I realised it was that causing the discomfort.


That day they moved him to York hospital, luckily they didn’t need to operate. Two citys in less that 24 hours! He was well travelled.


Next morning (Sunday) there were talks of me moving to York Hospital to be with my son. It was lunchtime when they moved me back onto the maternity ward. They said they had ordered the ambulance but it would take 6-8 hours to arrive.

I had ordered my Sunday lunch to eat and then i was going to go in the shower. I had these horrible pressure socks on that you have to wear, they had got blood on them when they broke my waters and I really wanted to change them but they said they would change them when I had a shower. My lunch arrived but then so did the ambulance! Fastest they had ever known it to get there. I wolfed down my lunch and then I was strapped onto a bed, ready to be transported.

I was wheeled off down the corridor and out of the main entrance, praying I wouldn’t see anyone I knew!

I still had the horrible socks on!



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Emergency C Section – Early Labour.

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Laid in hospital, I could feel something down below that really wasn’t right. I rang the buzzer for the nurse to come…..Something still didn’t feel right so I got up and went to toilet….Next thing I knew I was told they were to perform an emergency C-Section on me …I also found out after I’d had a major hemmorage as well…


Following the last bleed I had to stay in hospital for a few days for monitoring.  The bleeding stopped and I was allowed home on Wednesday the 13th of April.

It was Friday the 15th April (Thank god it wasn’t 13th). I had got up that morning to go to the loo and saw blood again. Luckily it wasn’t as much as last time. I panicked less because I knew what was happening. My husband was just about to set off to work, he was all ready in his shirt and tie. We rang the hospital, and was told to come up straight away. My husband rang work and told them he would hopefully be in later but he had to take me to hospital.

I was monitored for a while on the labour ward, then transfered to the maternity ward.

I felt fine most of the day. I had some visits from friends, which cheered me up, I was starting to feel sorry for myself so it was nice to see people.

Later that night I was getting ready to go to sleep.

I was just on the phone to my mum and dad at the time, who were still away on holiday in Australia. They had planned the BIG holiday of a lifetime, giving themselves plenty of time to return to England before the baby was born (It would be their first Grandchild!)

I didn’t want to panic my mum, so I said I had to go as I was tired.

Laid on the hospital bed I could feel something down below that really wasn’t right. I rang the buzzer for the nurse to come. When the nurse arrived, I showed her down below. There was blood on the pad I had in and to me it seemed a lot. She said to keep an eye on it. Something still didn’t feel right so I got up and went to toilet.

On wiping, I found a big jelly clot on the tissue so I rang the buzzer in the toilet. The nurse came to me and said she would take it to show someone. I walked back to the bed (bay 5, I remember. This was the same bay as I was in the first time. )

As soon as I got back to the bed, the nurse came and said they were taking me to labour ward as the bleeding had increased. I was wheeled through on a wheel chair. I started to panic a little now.

Once on the labour ward, I deliberated about if to call my husband or not. He had only just gone home and I knew he was tired. I asked the nurse and she said I could if I wanted to, but not to worry too much at this stage.

I rang him anyway and said he didn’t have to come up if he didn’t want too. He said he would be straight there.

I was hooked up to another heartbeat monitor machine and they were monitoring the baby for a little while.

My husband arrived, and also the doctor. The nurse showed him the blood clot. I also had a pad on, which I had only put on about ten minutes ago but it was soaked right through. The doctor examined me and couldn’t see any source of bleeding but did mention something about dilating a couple of centimetres.

I was left a little while longer, I could suddenly feel A LOT of blood running, but it felt thick and not right. We called the buzzer and the nurse came in again and took a look at the pad. She said again to keep an eye on the bleeding. I told her I could feel alot of blood inside and I felt like it was stuck. She put some gloves on and put her hand in, all I could see was her scooping out A LOT of blood clots and dumping them onto a towel. I thought to myself, “that doesn’t look good”

The nurses went out of the room, she then said they were going to get the consultant to look at me.

The consultant came in after a short while. He said he didn’t want to deliver the baby early if he didn’t have too, as the best place for the baby was in the womb.

He examined me, and by god this hurt. He pressed his hand right up, and was pressing on what he said was the baby. I nearly broke my husbands hand, I was squeezing it that hard. He said I was about 4cm dilated. This worried me as I knew that dilating meant that your body was preparing to give birth.

He asked me if I felt the need to push on the next contraction. I was thinking “What bloody contractions, I cant feel any!!”

He examined me again and said he could feel a head, but also a hand in the way. By now, there was a small group of people in the room all stood looking at me. All my dignity had long gone! It was rather embarrassing!

They all went out of the room again. When they came back in they informed me that they were going to manually try and break my waters. The consultant put this stick like thing inside, and I could feel my waters gush out and soak the bed and my feet.

When it happened, all I heard was the consultant say. Its full of blood. By now, everyone stood in the room looked pretty grim. I thought “this doesn’t feel good”.

Next thing I was told they might have to perform an emergency C-Section on me and that I needed to put my gown on, just in case. My husband also put his scrubs on. (I thought he looked pretty good in them!) I remember just bursting into tears, the room seemed deafly quiet. I was trying not to panic, but I knew something wasn’t right. The consultant and a nurse went out of the room again.

A few minutes later the nurse came back in, she said that I was going into theatre now and to try and not worry. She said there would be a lot of people in there and it might seem busy with people running around.

I remember them asking me if I had eaten anything and I told them I had a bag of crisps about half 9. They said it should be OK, but I remember regretting eating the bag of crisps!

The doctors pager started to go off and it mentioned something about an admission to theatre, category 1.

I was wheeled a short distance down the corridor. When I got into the room, there were a lot of people in there and no-one was really saying anything. I remember they all seemed pretty grim, I assume it was because they had been made to get out of bed in a hurry. It was now just gone midnight. They had a machine ready to take the baby away, this had a small team of people around it as well.

I was told to sit up on the bed, the consultant and anaesthetist were arguing about what to give me. One said I should be put to sleep with a general anaesthetic, the other said to be kept a wake with a spinal. They opted for the spinal, which I was grateful for because I have always feared that if you get put to sleep you may not wake up again!

Before giving birth I was adamant I didn’t want anything to go into my spine area as I had heard horror stories about people who had epidurals and not really ever getting better from them. Yet since the only options were spine injection or sleeping, I didn’t have much choice.

I was again hooked up to various machines and told to lay down. They then did a strange numbness test on me and asked if it felt cold on the top half of my body and then on the bottom. It was a weird sensation feeling your legs go numb.

My husband was now allowed in. Again no-on was really saying anything or reassuring me things would be OK which kind of nerved me. I was made to sign something, I didn’t really know what as I don’t think they had time to explain it too me but I signed it anyway. My hand was shaking so much that my signature was not really my real one.

My hand was jumping about all over the place so my husband had to hold it to keep it still. I felt quite tired. They then started the procedure. A little while into it, I could feel myself getting sleepier and my eyes started to shut. My husband said he thought I was going in and out of conciousness.  I just remember thinking to myself I needed to stay awake. Again, I was scared of not waking up.

I suddenly felt really sick and managed to mumble that I was going to be sick. They got me a sick bowl and I retched into it, but nothing came out. I heard them say they had to stop a moment due to sickness.

My husband also told me afterwards that all he could see were towels of blood been thrown to the floor. This was something that bothered him, not just because there was a lot of blood but because he is quite OCD and doesn’t like mess!

After about 45 minutes they said that the baby was coming out soon and would my husband like to have a quick peak. He stood up, which left my hand vibrating all over the place again. I heard a faint couple of cries, which I was so relieved about as it meant the baby was alive at the moment.

I asked my husband what we had, he was unsure. He asked loudly, “what have we got?” No-one answered as they were too busy doing something to me. Someone walked up the top end behind me, so my husband asked her what the baby was. She said she would go and find out. I felt sure she would say “A Girl”.

“A boy” she came back with. WOW, I thought, “A Boy!” I was surprised.

When our baby boy was born he was whisked straight onto a breathing machine and wheeled straight out into the special care baby unit. (somewhere he would later spend a number of weeks)

My husband was then told to leave the room and go back into the waiting area. I was suddenly alone with my hand vibrating again and feeling very sleepy.

I don’t really remember much else, apart from at one point I heard my husband go “Ouch”. It turns out he was standing with his eye pressed right up to the crack in the door to try and see what they were doing to me and someone opened it and walked right into him.

When the procedure had finished, all I was aware of was wanting to move my legs but I couldn’t as they were still numb. My brain was trying so hard to get me to move them and I felt so annoyed that I couldn’t feel myself moving them.

Eventually, I was wheeled back into the labour room where it all began. It was now about 3am. I was hooked up to various machines and I had blood coming in through a drip in one hand and another drip going into the other hand. I had lost a lot of blood so they needed to give me a blood transfusion. I had a sick bucket at the side of me. My husband said he had never seen me look so white.

I found out afterwards they had to put a balloon tamponade inside me. (This is not an actual balloon you can pop!) It’s a small device that they fill with water to stop post partum hemmoraging and it basically saves your life by stopping the bleeding. They also had to stuff me with a horrible bandage to stop it falling out. I had a catheter fitted as well. I didn’t realise they had done any of this during the procedure but did wonder what had took so long! I read online after that the good thing with the balloon tamponade is that it’s quite successful at stopping the bleeding, as the next option up was to perform a hysterectomy.

Everything was a massive shock, abit of a nightmare and I had so many things going through my mind. I also wanted to see my baby, but couldn’t………

I am writing this blog to raise awareness of what can happen in pregnancy but also to raise awareness and money for the special care baby units around. This one is my local one.

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I would love to hear your experiences of Labour so please comment below or add me on facebook – newmum premson

By sharing experiences we know what other things can happen in labour and how it might be dealt with and we can be better prepared. It also helps discussion of issues raised. Of course i don’t want to just hear about bad things, i would love to hear experiences of labour that went well for people and positive experiences, so please share the good the bad and i suppose the ugly.

What a Bloody Week! (Before Labour)

I felt the trickle down my leg.  “Christ!,  It feels like my waters have broken” I thought to myself.  It was too early for that to happen.  I was 30 weeks pregnant.

I decided to take a peek, scared to find out.  I got a massive shock.

Blood was running down my leg.  “F#@K” I thought.

I yelled to my husband that I was bleeding.  “Your Joking” was his reply. Erm No…..

He ran upstairs and took one look at me and I could see him panic a little.  I just burst into tears.  He rang an ambulance whilst I sat on the loo.  I was told to get off the loo and sit down elsewhere. We walked downstairs and as I went down the stairs I could see blood spots and a blood clot thing on the floor. It was a Monday and I had just had a day at work.

I felt numb.  I knew blood and pregnancy wasn’t usually a good sign and I started to prepare for the worst.

The rapid response man got there within thirty seconds.  He took various readings and then radioed for an ambulance. He said he had called it as a priority one so it had to come straight for me.  It seemed to take ages to get to the house.

When it arrived a man and woman came to collect me.  They put me into a chair and I was wheeled out.  Of course,  all the neighbours were having a good gawp!


I was strapped onto the bed and hooked up to certain machines.  This was my first time ever in the back of an ambulance.  I wondered if we would go blues and twos up to the hospital.  It would have been rather exciting!

I got to the hospital and was hooked up to the baby monitor machine.  The midwife had a listen to my tummy through an ear trumpet. She then turned the machine on.








I felt sick.  Then a faint heartbeat noise started, it got louder and louder.


Phew relief.

I was eventually allowed home from hospital on the Wednesday as the bleeding had stopped. However I didn’t realise how soon I would be back again!

There was plenty more drama to come……

I am writing this blog to raise awareness of what can happen in pregnancy but also to raise awareness and money for the special care baby units around. This one is my local one.

Please support the fantastic Special Care Baby Units in Scarborough and York!


Eptopic Pregnancy

I say that the journey was quite straight forward but at the start it was a little worrying. I had forgotten about this it seems such a long time ago….

It was the start of October half term, I was meant to be going to Hallowscream

( This is a maize maze where things haunt you and people chase you etc) I had already made my excuses about not going.

One reason was because I was actually a big wuss and don’t like scary things, the other reason was because I was pregnant. I had decided to wait until I was 12 weeks before announcing it to the wider world of friends, so at the moment only family knew.

My husband went off to it and I was left at home.  I had been having these funny tummy pains at the right hand side of my lower abdomen for a few days. Not really knowing if it was a normal pregnancy pain or not I took to Google to find the answer.

Everything I looked at pointed at Eptopic pregnancy. (Yes I like to diagnose myself, I can’t be the only one!!)

I was worried enough to call my mum who took me up to the walk in centre that’s based at the local hospital. We were sat for a while waiting for the doctors appointment.

There are some rum sights up at the hospital. There was a girl who was dribbling from her mouth and who had wet herself as she was so drunk. Luckily her mum and dad arrived to look after her. They did not look  happy!

We also walked past a man in a stretcher who was dressed up as some kind of zombie beetle juice with fake blood(i hoped!)  everywhere. His poor wife was also dressed up stood next to him. It wasn’t Halloween until the next weekend so they looked out of place.

A and E really was like a horror zone with people moaning and groaning everywhere.

When I saw the doctor he refered me to the early pregnancy unit. On the day I had my scan I was so nervous.

They put the scan thing on me but couldn’t really see much. They did an internal and when I looked at the screen I could see a little bean shape in me just sat there (well floating) I was so excited. They said that there was definitely something in the womb area and the pain looked like it was coming from a cyst in the ovary area but nothing to worry about.

I was relieved. They also worked out I was about 6 weeks pregnant.

Exciting times. Onwards and upwards ..the journey continued…..

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The Pregnancy Journey

It was all quite straight forward really. It seemed to go on foreeeverrrrrr! I am a really impatient person at times and so like things to happen quickly. Maybe not as quickly as they did!

Myself and my husband were looking forward to having our first child. However, 40 weeks seemed like a long time.

“Do you know what you are having?” was the most common question I was asked, closely followed by the statement “Your bumps small!”. Both things I heard a lot!

“A surprise” I would hoot in delight! “Yes it is rather small” I would say, starting to worry as the fifth person that day mentioned it.

Confirmed by the midwife, my bump was a little small so I was booked in for a growth scan.

“Perfect” the lady who scanned me said, all measurements look good. Phew I was relieved.

Most people were surprised that I didn’t want to know what we were having. My husband wanted to know, but I didn’t. I got my own way 😉

I loved to read old wives tails and see what people predicted. The excitement could build longer for me. If I found out at 20 weeks what we were having then that was half the excitement gone. At least this way I could look at both boy and girls clothes for longer and dream.

I first predicted a boy, and I did wonder further when the ultrasound lady said, “he is….” she did then later go onto say “she is..” but I was wondering if this was to fool me.

At a later scan, myself and my husband both thought we saw what looked like a willy.

However the old wives tales were pointing in direction of a girl. I was craving sweet things, bump was high (I thought), and also my husbands mum did the ring and thread test. She hasn’t got one wrong yet and that also said a girl.

It was an exciting time and I couldn’t wait to find out the outcome.

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Becoming a Mum – The early days

So, I asked, What would have happened if you didn’t carry out the procedure tonight?

Well you and the baby would have died…..

Thank God we didn’t!

The start of the pregnancy journey was one we decided to do whilst on holiday to Australia.  We thought it would be special if I was to conceive whilst abroad.

In fact,  when we visited a temple in Bangkok there was a big statue of a penis you were meant to touch to bring you fertility. “That must have done the trick” I thought as over the next few days I needed the toilet a lot. Even our Thai guide asked if I was pregnant as I was going so much!

Turns out I wasn’t but still, it was the start.

About a year later me and my husband found ourselves staring at a cheap pregnancy stick.

“Well I’m not pregnant” I thought as I stared at a thin blue line.  “Well,  there is a very faint line” my husband said.  A glimmer of hope came to me.  He thought it was nothing and off we went out for breakfast with my mum and dad.  All I could think about was getting into town to buy another test….

Another thin line shows up.  “I could be you know!”. Husband again doubted it. I called my mum and dad saying “I think I might be pregnant but in not sure”. Mum came to look but again we were unsure.  Phone calls to husbands family prompted us to do a digital test.

We both peered at the third test and waited for what felt like an eternity. “PREGNANT” 1 – 2 WEEKS it flashed.  Wow said my husband excitedly.  Then there were lots of phone calls.

Forget not telling anyone for 12 weeks,  we were too excited!


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The chaos continues!  A link to the prompt word Chaos.