Being a dad was something I had always hoped for. Back in October 2019, when my partner Amy handed me a pregnancy test with the word ‘pregnant’ clearly displayed, my mind was filled with all these wonderful expectations of how the next nine months would be.
However this all changed on Christmas Eve 2019 when I had to call an ambulance, as we thought Amy was miscarrying at 16 weeks. Thankfully this wasn’t the case however this was just the start of our constant trips to the hospital over the next few months.
Amy was in and out of hospital from 16 weeks into the pregnancy and kept in to monitor herself and the baby.
I was able to visit when I could around work - not having control over the situation made me feel helpless and knowing this isn’t how we wanted to spend the pregnancy was heart-breaking. But every time we were told the baby was okay was such a reassurance and relief.
During these hospital trips the doctors made us aware it was highly likely the baby may be born early, so we did what we could to try to prepare for this and stocked up on premature nappies and clothes. Then one morning in March, we were finishing decorating the nursery when Amy went into labour for four days.
I sat at the hospital waiting for the inevitable worried about the birth, that the baby may not make it or that I may lose them both.