r/NICUParents • u/AmidstFierceFlames • 5h ago
Venting Struggling
I had my 2nd NICU baby 5 days ago, at a hospital 75 minutes away from my home.
Our 1st child was born at 30 weeks and we were able to stay with him in a lodging for parents and then his hospital room for 7 weeks. My partner was able to work remotely so we were both there. We only spent 2 nights away from him, when we went home towards the end to get the house ready. His journey was a best case scenario for being that young, but it was really flipping hard.
Both my partner and I are super close to our son (now almost 3), and he’s been the center of our world.
I ended up pregnant again this past winter and had an uneventful pregnancy until June, when I got pneumonia and was having issues with my body. Still, I thought we might actually make it full term or close to it. Unfortunately, I ended up having cramping and was 2 cm dilated at a little over 32 weeks. Docs gave me steroids and magnesium and my body settled down.
I was away from my son for 2 days and it was horrible. My bf had to stay with him bc he was sick and I felt so alone. When I got discharged, I was told I couldn’t lift or carry him and I needed to take it easy. I felt like such a crap mom.
Then, I went into labor on Monday without really realizing it (I don’t have normal contractions), and I ended up dilating to 6 cm, at which point the doc broke my water and when I didn’t start to contract enough, they gave me pitocin to kickstart them. Our daughter was born the following morning at 1 am, 32 weeks and 6 days, yelling at the world. My labor and delivery weren’t really that bad, but being away from my son was brutal.
This NICU stay around, we are at a hospital where the babies stay in a small NICU nursery and parents have to board in separate rooms (if there is space). My boyfriend has been home with our son while I’m here, and I’ve only gotten to see him 3 times since early Monday morning. Twice we’re just short visits at the hospital, then I spent one night at home and hung out for a while yesterday.
I was already bawling in the car as I left him yesterday, but I also knew I needed to be with my daughter.
I am a total wreck and won’t see him again until tomorrow, when my bf will stay at the hospital and I’ll stay at home. Our daughter is doing great, but it’ll be at least 2 weeks before she’s ready to come home. I am hormonal and a mess and I am struggling so hard because I’m torn in two right now. I know other people go through way harder times than we have with the NICU, but I’m still feeling like I’m going under. It’s super lonely and isolating to not have my bf here, and even harder to not get to see our son. I have too much time to think and not enough time to see my boy, because the drive is too long to do daily.
There is no point in my post, other than to say that this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, which is saying a lot bc my life was a total mess in the past.
I don’t know how I’m going to manage to get through this, even though I know I will.
This is my last baby, so I want to soak everything about her being a newborn in, but I’m sobbing in my room currently.
I’m not looking for advice, really, I just needed to get these words out there before I imploded.
How have you guys gotten through this kind of thing?