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I am joining in with here come the girls and the latest blog carnival on A mile in My shoes in answer to what has made people ask ‘How do you cope

I am quite regularly asked how I cope in relation to my trips away with work and the answer is with a great support network.  MrR, my mum and mother in law all step in to make sure the children are sorted while I am away.

However this is not what I am going to do this post on I am going to talk about pregnancy and babyloss.  MrR and I have had a very long and difficult road to becoming parents and as such people are always found to be asking the same question, how do you cope?

After 4 years of trying for a baby which included an early miscarriage I got pregnant with R after a horrible pregnancy with a lot of sickness and being hospitalised for hyperemisis I ended up having an emergency section at 26 weeks.  Nine weeks of intense ups and downs followed until we had to decide to let R go – this has been the hardest decision we will ever have to make.

We decided after this we might try one more time but this was quickly followed by an early miscarriage before I got pregnant again the following month with K. At K’s 20 week scan we were told she had CCAMS and might not survive. We took the chance to go through with the extremely stressful pregnancy, I also had hyperemisis again and K was born at 36 weeks weighing 6lb 1oz.  K’s early years involved lots of dashes to hospital and many admissions due to her lungs.

Being gluttons for punishment I talked MrR into trying one more time, I got pregnant after a few months and we were so excited.  I bought K a big sister T-shirt and got photos of her wearing it ready to show the inlaws after the weekend.  Then followed bleeding and more hospital appointments before emergency surgery for an ectopic.

I decided there and then I could never go through this again and we made the appointments to make sure we would not have any choice. The fact I had also had a tube removed and had 2 sections plus been opened for the ectopic surgery meant I was unsure my body could cope never mind my mental state.

A few months later I knew I was pregnant and a test proved it.  MrR and I were both in shock yet elated to have been given this chance as we knew we wanted more children but we couldn’t have planned another one.  A pregnancy filled with hyperemisis, and numerous hospital appointments followed.  A car accident at 19 weeks didn’t derail us and at 37 1/2 weeks Buster was born all 8lb 8 oz’s of him.

While pregnant with Buster K had major lung surgery but recovered well and only needs yearly check-ups at the minute.

The best thing about this situation is that we got through, we have a lovely little family and know just how precious and loved they are.  We have what we never dared dream off and although we have the normal stresses and arguments we have a strong foundation that is always there.

The hardest thing is being without R, I seldom spend time thinking of my early miscarriages and am not even sure of the years or dates when they occurred but can easily recall minute by minute my nine weeks with R. My ectopic was extremely hard at the time but the birth of Buster has made that fade into the past.

What gets me through the day is my family and although we will never get over R dying it meant that steps were put in place to make sure K and Buster had the greatest chance of survival.

If I could change anything I would insist on an earlier scan with R and make them give me steroids as soon as I was admitted to hospital and not just a couple of hours before he was delivered, I would also have gone to hospital on the Saturday night when I knew he wasn’t moving rather than wait until Monday to go to the GP. If I had done this things may well have been very different.

The advice I would give would be to never give up, never doubt yourself and make sure your voice and concerns are heard.  You will be able to keep going, coping may take a while but you will function.

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K and Buster holding R’s teddy which is wearing one of R’s hats

 

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I have this as a page on here but wanted to give it a mention as a blog post too.

CCAM is such a newly found condition that so little is know of the prognosis or of the long term effects.  Doctors have no idea if half the population are walking around with CCAM not knowing they have them as  antenatal scanning has only improved so much over the last 5-10 years.  They also have no idea if once removed CCAM’s can reoccur- we are keeping everything crossed they can’t!

CCAMS- Congenital cystic adenomatoid malformation

At my 20 weeks scan with K we had gone through most of the checks when the radiographer said she could see something in the babies lungs.  Another radiographer was called in and agreed that something was amiss.  They kept me lying on the table while they quickly got hold of my consultant, I was already a complex case due to my first pregnancy- I will do another post on it soon.

My consultant came down and spoke to us and told us there was something wrong with our daughters lungs, they could see details on the scan that shouldn’t be there but couldn’t be sure what they were.  They gave us two possible reasons either CCAM’s or a diaphragmatic hernia.  They advised that either could be fatal and that we would need a lot more tests.

We went home and cried tears we didn’t think we had, we went to R’s grave and begged him to mind his sister as we couldn’t get through burying another child.  We then went home to try and figure out what we would do before we returned to the hospital the next morning. I spoke to my dad and R for hours trying to get my head straight I knew I wanted to give the baby every chance we could.

The next day we went back to the foetal assessment unit and declined the amnio that they had hoped to do there and then.  We also said we wouldn’t terminate the pregnancy and would continue no matter what.

My pregnancy after that became even more medicalised.  I was already on aspirin and daily injections of clexane but had to now attend hospital weekly for scans with heart specialists and with my consultant.  We had numerous doppler scans and they kept track of the growth of the cysts within her lungs.

Thankfully they ruled out the hernia but they did stress the cysts could grow and reduce both the lung function and weaken her heart.  We were also advised that if I went to term (I would have a section at 37 weeks) then with her first breathe the cysts could grow and stop her from breathing.

We went through the rest of the pregnancy panicking over this diagnosis as well as worrying about if she would be born early due to Pre-eclampsia or if she would be healthy.

At just over 36 weeks I was taken in on bed rest and a couple of days later K was born by c-section.  She was 6lbs 1oz and was taken away to be checked over.  They brought K along with her daddy up to NICU to be checked over but said she was breathing well and could stay with me on the ward.

We had to stay in the delivery suite for another two days until they stabilised my pre-eclampsia but K was with me at all times.   We stayed in hospital for 5 days and when they told us we could go home I remember asking the consultant if he was sure!

The next few months went well and K had chest infections etc but nothing too serious.  On boxing day she was hospitalised with broncholitus and got home only to have to go back in again.  Over the next couple of years she had Cat scans and multiple x-rays to keep track on the condition of her lungs.

When K was just over two they decided that she needed surgery as the cysts were not disappearing and had instead lumped into one large cyst taking over a lob of her lung.  At 27 months old K went in for surgery.

K was taken down at 09:00 and finally came back to the ward after 17:00 the cysts had got infected at one time and had stuck to her chest wall making surgery more difficult and therefore taking a lot longer to perform.  K was very ill for a few days she had an epidural,morphine, drains, drips etc and she kept having nightmares and we couldn’t even cuddle her.  One day she broke my heart by saying ‘daddy I scared’.

The surgery was done on the Monday and on the Thursday night they removed all drips, morphine etc and within hours she was walking up and down the ward, shaking but determined. We went home on the Friday and she took it easy for the next couple of weeks.

Since then K has had a few more hospital admissions where unfortunately no-one has ever heard of CCAM’s and they look at us very strangely.  Thankfully over the last 18 months we have had no admissions and she seldom needs to use an inhaler- the last time it was used was around Christmas.

K still has to get MRI scans but hasn’t had one for a while now I think the next one will be in January as this is still a very new condition and they don’t know if the cysts can regrow in another part of her lung.

In looking at K you would never know anything was ever wrong with her.  She is a lively 5 year old full of fun and mischief and full of life.  She has a scar under her arm that is usually covered by her t-shirt and another smaller scar where the drain was sited further down her back.

My baby girl is amazing and such an inspiration

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The theme at sticky fingers for this week.

Although I will often be found complaining and moaning I am grateful for a lot.
I am grateful for my husband, a man who loves his family and is not afraid to show it. He works extremely hard to give us the lifestyle we want and to keep himself healthy. He goes out to work for nearly double the hours I work (and I work full time!) and still finds time to tidy, clean and look after us all. he has been my rock and has held me together so many times. After being together for 17 years and celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary last year I still love and more importantly like my husband and even when I don’t say it I hope he always knows how I feel.

I am grateful I have a lovely house and a good job, supportive Friends and family nearby who are there for all our ups and downs.
Overall I am grateful for my children. I have had 2 miscarriages, an ectopic pregnancy and many years of unexplained infertility.
I am grateful to R my special little man who showed me what was and is important in life. He taught me many things and gave me 9 precious weeks full of extremes but overall full of love.
I am grateful for K my baby girl who will be 5 next week. we were advised at her 20 week scan that she was likely to die due to having CCAMs- more on this in another post sometime. K is a beautiful, smart, funny, opinionated but polite and loving little girl. She has little or no health issues apart from a large scar under her arm that shows where she had major surgery to remove part of her lung when she was only 2 1/2. K you put me to shame with your bravery and your enthusiasm for life.
I am grateful to Buster my little surprise. My baby boy who we didn’t think we would ever have and who survived a car accident when I was 20 weeks pregnant along with a bad fall the day after the accident. Buster you make me smile you can push my buttons like no one else and I never thought I would be having arguments and a battle of wills with a just turned 2 year old. But you are such a joy, you are so funny so loving and caring and you never fail to make me smile.
I am grateful to the NHS who kept me alive during a couple of my pregnancies and my children’s births. I am grateful to live in the UK where we have the NHS and a lifestyle where I know my children will not be faced with the extremes of poverty that many millions of children in the world have no option but to endure.

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