It never crossed my mind that we would have to leave our baby behind in NICU. Our son, Marco was born at full-term and all our scans throughout pregnancy were positive.
Initially, we thought he would only stay in NICU for a few days until his blood sugar levels were regulated, but he ended up staying in hospital for six weeks due to him having hyperinsulinism and developing other complications.
During this time, we drove every day to the hospital, meaning that we had to juggle childcare for my daughter. My partner spent his precious paternity leave at Marco’s cot side and had to have extra time off work.
We were just about coping as we got into a routine but at times it was emotionally draining. I found it particularly helpful to go home a few hours earlier than my partner to have a break from the hospital environment.
It was important to have some normality - a shower, a decent meal or just to unwind in front of the TV, otherwise, I think I would have crumbled completely. It was important to also leave Marco’s room during the day, to get away from the constant beeps of the machines.
On two separate occasions when things took a turn for the worse, Marco was transported to Addenbrookes which was a long way from our home.
Luckily we already had overnight bags packed ready in the car, as we had been taking advantage of the family room at our local hospital on the odd night Marco was declining. We were prepared to stay away from home.
We had lots of support from our family and friends. It was lovely to know everyone was thinking of us, but we weren’t afraid to ignore calls and messages as sometimes we just needed some quiet time.
We each set up a family WhatsApp group so we could update family members quickly - this helped to cut down on unnecessary phone calls and we could spend more time cuddling Marco.
Having lots of skin-to-skin helped me to bond with Marco as I wasn’t allowed to breastfeed.
There were times when I got upset as I didn’t feel like a proper mum to Marco. I wasn’t cuddling him in the early hours, or dressing him and I felt useless when I couldn’t wind him as well as the nurses.
My partner kept reminding me that the nurses had years of experience and that it felt like I was a first-time mum again as there is a ten-year age gap between Marco and my daughter.