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After giving birth, our little tough boy had to go to the NICU, I held him for a total of 5 minutes. Luckily, because he did so well, our son could be carried to the NICU by his dad.
I had to wait until I got stitched because I was cut.

I saw my husband racing through the corridors... from the NICU to the room (to get the clothes for our son) to the poli (to report him to the hospital and get his punch plate) and back again. When he came back to me, I was brought back to the room. I wanted to go see our son right away, but I'm afraid I wasn't allowed to. I had to eat and drink first, only after that I was allowed to go see him. At 6 o'clock I was finally allowed to go to him. Meanwhile, my parents, mother-in-law and brothers had already been, when I was brought up with my husband to see our son.

“My poor crook” I immediately thought. He had a probe in and an IV. He was sooo small, and then with all the bells and whistles on it. Everything was discussed with us, Visiting hours etc etc. We were also told that he should definitely stay until he weighs 2350 grams...

That night it seemed like I was in a rollercoaster, it seemed like my heart would jump out of my body. It just wasn't my heart beating so hard, but my blood pressure jumped up. BP 110/205 I got medication that night to lower my blood pressure. The next morning (I had not slept at night) I took an early shower and wanted to go straight to my son, but was stopped. Afterwards but good too, because I couldn't stand on my feet properly. When the doctor came and informed me that I would have to stay in the hospital for another week, I almost collapsed. No one could understand that I just wanted to go home. During the day I would stay with my son and sleep at home at night, although it was strange to have to go home without our handsome boy...

Until next time...

Life with Crest Syndrome 9: After childbirth..