My experience was different but still bad enough that I was in tears. Our last boy was premature and was in the special care nursery for a whole week before I got to see him as I had been in intensive care at another hospital. Once we were in the same hospital the staff seemed to think I wasn’t spending enough time with him. Most probably didn’t know I was staying in the renal ward and couldn’t walk myself over. I’d have to ask for a ride over in a wheelchair and would often have to wait a while. There were days I didn’t see him because I had been booked for various things like dialysis, CT scans, xrays etc. The mum guilt was strong. They were the longest weeks of my life.
Published 24th June 2019