Life after NICU – Homelife

Bringing Charlotte home was one of the most exciting yet daunting events of my life.  

My first weeks at home with Charlotte were spent lost in a confused array of emotions. I was filled with love, joy and worry for Charlotte alongside pain, heartache and grief for Esme. Continue reading “Life after NICU – Homelife”

Home on oxygen

When Charlotte and Esme were still in hospital and a nurse explained to me that some babies go home on oxygen, I freaked out. At the time, I told the nurse that I would rather stay in hospital until their lungs were strong enough to breathe by themselves. Continue reading “Home on oxygen”

A guide to surviving the Neonatal Unit

This is by no means ‘one list suits all’ but it is how we survived the battle of the neonatal unit.

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Family Integrated Care

In the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), infants are physically separated from their parents and this often has an impact on the physical, psychological, emotional health of both the parents and the infants. Family Centred Care is an approach to planning and delivery of health care that encourages greater parent involvement in their infants’ care. However, parents generally remain relegated to a supportive role in the NICU, and the majority of care for the infant is provided by NICU professionals. Continue reading “Family Integrated Care”

The home straight

At the end of September the outreach nurse came to see me and said that we would now be looking at the next stages of preparing Charlotte to go home. I never thought I would ever hear anyone say that. It was a distant dream. Continue reading “The home straight”

Esme’s Day

Monday,12th September, 2016

After returning from the hospital that afternoon, I gathered all the things I had collected to decorate the village hall and walked down, ready to meet my girlfriends, Connor and my sister. Continue reading “Esme’s Day”

I did get to hold my twin girls

Wednesday 31st August

I was giving Charlotte a big cuddle when my mother in law arrived. She was flying back to Northern Ireland later that day and wanted to see her granddaughter. Charlotte was rather wriggly on my chest, compared to her usual cuddle, when she would just snuggle and sleep. Continue reading “I did get to hold my twin girls”