Ok, now they were born, all my hope was on God for them to pull through.
At this point, i had to just trust GOD, because he made them survive without any deformity, because giving birth at 7 months is Gods grace. I just needed to be strong. Doctors told me my babies would be there for a minimum of 10 weeks.
while I was busy getting well from the CS I also had to care for my babies, now no breast milk was coming out, I received training and encouragement from the nurses ( may God bless them ) I just had to keep pumping and pumping till the first drops came, trust the nurses, they gave me a medal, .... Lol
After like four days, I became a "cow" drinking lots of warm water and milk, I got to produce enough for the three babies. Thank God for that.
When you have babies in NICU, all you do is, come from home everyday, and care for your baby, the nurses will teach you how to feed bath,clothe them cos they are soo tiny, and you see your baby attached to so many gadgets, heart monitor, feeding tube,head monitor, infact the list is endless, they give you a special place to keep your expressed breast milk and finally you have to wash your hand all the time, using sanitizers e.t.c
Trust this Oyinbo people, they will keep doing series of tests, for reasons being they are premature, brain test, eye test, blood tests, ear test, so many tests. But to the glory of God they were all doing fine.
Favour (Triplet 1) was my greatest concern , being so tiny, sometimes he'll think he's still in the belly hell forget to breath ( premature babies tend to forget to breath) the monitor will make noise, at a point he was given oxygen, those were my down times, i will cry sometimes, but mostly pray, at a time his red blood cells were down, he needed blood transfusion, hmmm that day was very sad for me, but I just prayed, and the nurses kept telling me he is the strongest of all. Seeing him now, they were very right. He is the biggest of them all.
After spending like 4 weeks in NICU, they were all doing great , feeding well, breathing without assistance and controlling their body temperature, already in open cots, the only thing keeping us form Going home was their low weight and the need to establish breast feeding.
Their weight as at then was (1.5) (2.3) (2.1) Favour, Peace, Mercy.
Then the next step was to "room in" that is whereby they give you a room and your baby stays with you over night and and you care for them like you are at home.
Hmmmmmmmm, doing that was overwhelming, that is when the real work dawned on me, I didn't get to sleep, sometimes the three of them will cry il have to call on the nurses for help, sometimes i will feed two of them at the same time, it was a good training experience though. I just knew I had to do it. It was in my obligation to do it. Thank God for the strength and plenty milk, because they were solely on breast milk.
At some point after 7 weeks the Doctors were telling me it was time to go home, that's when fear set in, all what was going through my head was,........ How do I cope? They are still so small, I even fought them that they were rushing me.......lol
They told me to thank God that my babies are strong that i should take them home before they catch any infection which would delay us more. I took to their advice and prepared for home.
God bless the medical crew, especially the nurses, they take care of the babies in the wards like their children.
I learnt a lot from this experience that once you have God and believe, he will make the impossible possible! I saw some children get worse, some didn't survive, but I thank God he proved himself in the life of these children
ITS NOT TOO LATE, PUT ALL YOUR TRUST ON HIM, HAVE FAITH, ALL YOUR WORRIES WILL BE SETTLED!
It sounds like I'm preaching but it's the truth, without him I couldn't have being this strong.
humm mama meta ..... well said.i love ur blog
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