Finding out I was pregnant was the most exciting thing that could happen to me. Leading up to the ‘big day’ was brilliant. Buying all the baby related things with my sister who also found out she was expecting too. I loved every minute of being pregnant and even enjoyed going into labour.
Cradling my new born baby girl, Aimee, who weighed 6lb 6oz, I was over the moon, but on the ward things didn’t look too good, my baby was screaming and wasn’t feeding.What’s wrong I asked? They just told me that she was newborn and adjusting to the world.
The next day I took her home accepting what they had said to me but at home things were still the same, Aimee continued to scream and not feed well.
"Don’t panic" my mum said, "you have the paediatrician appointment tomorrow and they will check her over". Anxious, we went to the three day check with this burning question, "is she ok?"