Following on from Rhianna Lily’s Birth Part Two…
I woke periodically throughout the night, either with midwife checks, or the nebulizer being put back on as my breathing was bad. Every time it was the same, look to the right to see Mr L who was sleeping and try not to disturb him and look to the left and gaze at Rhianna Lily. I knew that she wasn’t going to move, she was not going to chance.
But I had to look every time this was our only time with her, and I wanted to have every last inch of her etched in my brain.
I finally woke about 7.30am and Mr L was still sleeping I really didn’t want to wake him I wanted him to sleep. I knew that I had been through a lot, but to be honest from the moment the surgical team came in I really didn’t remember much from the night before that was when the stress was put over to him. Not only had he just lost his daughter, but he then had the added heartache of me being poorly. I can’t even imagine the stress that he was feeling in those few hours and I wanted him to sleep.