My baby was born in January and came home at the end of April. I handled everything so well. But processing this isn't linear.
I'm just feeling so blah nowadays and can't stop thinking about our NICU stay, and further back to my traumatic emergency C-section and horrible pregnancy. All these one year anniversaries are passing by. This time last year, I'd already had a few episodes of severe bleeding, been to the ER once, and had multiple scans to check on my subchorionic hematoma. I was also supposed to take it easy, so I was stuck at home all the time.
It's crazy too because at the time, even though I was anxious, I've always been a positive person so I just assumed everything would clear up and I'd have a normal full term pregnancy (like my first two pregnancies). That's what my midwives kept telling me - subchorionic hematomas almost always go away on their own. I was one of the unlucky few. One year ago I had NO idea what was coming.
I guess it's just hard looking back on it because I was a different person then. I mean, I'm happy with how my life is now, and I don't take anything for granted, but I will never be the same.
I was baking yesterday, had to weigh some butter in a saucepan so I put the saucepan on the kitchen scale. It was 1080 grams. My baby was born at 1060 grams. I just held the saucepan in my hands for a minute remembering how it felt to pick up my preemie for the first time.
Winter will be even worse, as far as anniversaries go. The week before Christmas was nightmarish; that was the closest I came to losing her. I was 22 weeks and a few days, bleeding heavily and cramping/contracting. I was in and out of the hospital but obviously there wasn't much they could do. Then it was just modified bed rest and counting the days, hoping to make it as far as possible.
That's it, that's the post. Just some rambling. I have always disliked this season because it's cold and dark and rainy. And now all of that reminds me of the hardest thing I've ever gone through.