When I found out I was pregnant I was devastated. I never wanted kids and thought my whole life was going to be ruined. Ive never had anything to do with kids because I hated them. How was I supposed to be a mom? I was depressed the entire pregnancy. My doctor prescribed me very mild antidepressants. It took me a long time, the entire pregnancy, to open up to the idea of being a mom...then I got sick with pre eclampsia. I had ridiculously high blood pressure (it never went lower than 150/85; the highest it went to was 186/121). At seven months pregnant, I spent 3 weeks in the hospital before I got flown by ambulance plane 9 hours away from my home to a city where I had never been, I didnt know anyone, and was only given a half hour notice before getting sent off. I have only three changes of clothes and didnt even have my debit card or credit cards. I didnt need them in the hospital. Well 4 days after arriving, my son was born via c-section because my organs started shutting down. Great, i thought to myself, i didnt want a kid in the first place and the pregnancy is slowly killing me. My son was born at 29 weeks 4 days gestational age. Today he is 19 days old. His father, my fiance, is back in his town, 6 hours away and can only come see us every second weekend. I am in the middle of moving from my town to his town, which is 6 and a half hours apart, before this whole thing happened. I am also in the midst of planning our wedding. Just finished my second year of university, and working full time. I had so many things going on and I was collapsing under the stress of it all. Now, i feel like a failure of a mom already. My son is in the NICU here, has an infection, and has been on the CPAP since birth. I can't hold things together for much longer. Im in a strange city surrounded by strangers, dont know where anything is, and I cant open up about this face to face. My fiance is the only one who knows how I feel and he is trying to encourage me to stay strong and that things will get better. But every time i look at my son, i think of how i am at fault for seeing him hooked up to all those machines, getting poked and prodded every day by nurses with needles, and if i could have kept him inside of me, if my body didnt start failing, he would be okay, and i know he would make it through this but i dont know that. i cant look at him without hating myself for failing. I am struggling.
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