This is such a hard post to write as it brings back so many memories.
On the 25th April 2017 my waters went and 18 hours later our youngest boy Carter was born 6 weeks early. He was fine because of the excellent care I’d had in pregnancy apart from quite severe jaundice. This was helped with a lot of photo therapy and we were released after a week of being in hospital. We were so happy to bring him home however things weren’t over for him there. Less than 3 days later he started becoming more sleepy, taking more time between feeds and feeling a little bit cold. At first I put the worries to the back of my mind, making excuses, “He just needs an extra blanket” “He’s just going for longer between feeds because I switched him to bottle”. I didn’t realise how desperately ill he was, I put his paleness down to his jaundice subsiding. Being my 4th child I thought I knew all the symptoms of anything serious – how wrong I was.
After I couldn’t wake him for a feed after 6 hours I was really quite worried, I called the midwife and I caught the last midwife as she was just about to leave for the day (I dread to think what would of happened if she would of left a few minutes earlier) she said she would call on her way home to take a look at Carter. The midwife came round and then referred us to the hospital as a precaution, it didn’t seem that urgent, all very standard, still wasn’t overly concerned.
“We were so happy to bring him home however things weren’t over for him there. Less than 3 days later he started becoming more sleepy, taking more time between feeds and feeling a little bit cold.”
We got to the children’s ward at the hospital got put in a side room, the nurse took one look at my baby boy and all hell broke loose. Suddenly there’s 3 doctors and 4 nurses in the room, his temp was 32°, he stopped breathing, they couldn’t find a vein to get blood or to administer antibiotics. They had to drill into his leg bone just to get some antibiotics into his system … in short they saved his life.
I sat there in silent, frozen panic watching these amazing people work miracles.
They saved my sons life. I could never thank those amazing doctors / nurses / hospital staff enough because without every single one of them I wouldn’t be able to hear his snoring right now. It turns out he had Sepsis, a low temperature is a common symptom of this. You always are told to look out for a fever, if they feel hot, you never think of the opposite end of the scale. If there’s anything you are ever unsure on, you know best, seek medical advice.
Story submitted by Anon