17/01/2023
Part 2
The phrase that still plays over in my head to this day came from the doctor “once she is out and if everyone is happy we will drop the curtain and you can meet your daughter.” Well she came out and the curtain did not drop, I caught a glimpse of my daughter as she was taken straight across to the paediatrician. My heart sank, i knew something wasn’t right. A doctor was straight by our side, “it’s okay, sometimes they just need some help breathing at the start”. A glimmer of hope, I was taken to her side where I met her and kissed her and her tiny tiny little hand squeezed my finger. Shortly after this my partner and I knew her name instantly, Abby Rose Johnston. Abby meaning “fathers joy”.
At the time it was one of the scariest things I had ever seen, my little girl laying there with a mask on, tubes connected and surrounded by doctors. I remember thinking “it’s okay, she squeezed my finger, she’s going to be okay”
From this point she began to decline and needed more help as she was also developing hydrops. I remember being slowly edged out by doctors and nurses as they began to investigate what was wrong with Abby, the obstetrician called Melbourne and after initial discussions the conclusion was made that she needed to be taken down to the mercy hospital almost immediately. I walked out into the waiting room to tell our families, and right then, that moment, was the first time in my life that I had ever truly and completely just broken.
I will continue the story tomorrow 💙