Living as a disabled 24-year-old is already tough, before adding on the struggles that come with motherhood. For years I was told that I would very likely never be able to have children due to severe endometriosis and after trying to conceive for what felt like an eternity, I finally found out I was pregnant.
I suffered the worst pregnancy and just wanted it to be over. I had hyperemesis gravidarum and was sick for the whole pregnancy, with multiple hospital trips for dehydration and losing weight.
I have Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and multiple prolapsed spinal discs. Before pregnancy, I was able to walk a bit and then use crutches for support but while pregnant, I ended up reliant on my mobility scooter and couldn't even walk around the house without crutches.
From the start, I was classed as high risk and during the last few months of pregnancy, me and my assistance dog, Loki, were visiting the hospital two or three times a week for lack of movement, growth restriction and high blood pressure. I was diagnosed with pre-eclampsia and told I would not make it to 36 weeks.
My little miracle boy Kohan was born at 34 weeks on 20 December 2022 at Princess Royal Hospital in Telford. We say that he just wanted to see Christmas Day! I went into triage to check my blood pressure and was rushed straight up to the delivery suite with a blood pressure of 170/110.
I was put on a magnesium drip, higher blood pressure tablets and had a urinary catheter fitted. I phoned my partner who was working two hours away and said, “Get here now, he’s not going to stay inside much longer.” My partner turned up and found me lying in bed sick with Loki snuggling up to me. My dad took Loki home since she couldn't come into theatre and a few hours later I was rushed in with a blood pressure of 196/122. I was so scared that I had done something to hurt my baby.
My baby was delivered and rushed straight up to NICU before I could touch him - I only saw him wheeled past me.
I was too poorly to go and see him so my partner went without me. I was wheeled up in the hospital bed and got to this scary room with lots of incubators, beeping and sick babies. At the end of the room was my little 4lb 2oz boy, hooked up to oxygen, on a drip and with a feeding tube. He just looked so poorly and I felt so guilty!
We spent 16 days in NICU and it felt like an eternity. My partner went back to work after the first week and I was left all alone in the hospital. For the whole time I was there, I didn't step outside the hospital once. I must have walked between my son’s room and my room, down the corridor and back, 100 times a day. Due to my disabilities, I couldn't move around the hospital alone and Loki wasn't allowed to visit the NICU, so I was left without her when I needed her most.