Transferred 100 miles to give birth - Becca's story

Mother holding her premature baby in a neonatal unit

Becca's waters broke unexpectedly at 26 weeks, this is the story of her pregnancy and the experience of being transferred to a hospital 100 miles away.

At 11 weeks and 6 days into my pregnancy I had a bleed.

I was rushed to our local hospital, Northampton General. The lady in the back of the ambulance said to me; “It is what it is”. My whole body was aching and I didn't want to lose this miracle. As we got to the hospital I thanked the ambulance crew for taking me and my boyfriend. They all wished us the best of luck - it was surreal.

I went in and a blood test was taken. The following day for my scan, I was still bleeding and worried. My heart was in my throat thinking about all the bad possibilities. We finally left the hospital at 1 am and got home with no sleep.

My brother picked us up in the car and took us to the ultrasound department, we were all so nervous. I had to turn away while the nurse scanned my belly.

Baby wearing oxygen in neonatal care

And, suddenly, there was our baby.

My nurse said my placenta is low, which is what caused the bleed, but she also said that it will correct itself. We left beaming: my pregnancy was okay!

Some days I felt fine, other days I felt dreadful, and I only had morning sickness once (I’ll never like orange juice again). We found out at 20 weeks we were expecting a baby girl. But by 26 weeks, I felt really bad. My back was in so much pain but I continued and still went to work. Half an hour into my shift, I went to the toilet to see there were clots and blood. I panicked and phoned my midwife. She told me to get straight to the hospital.

My partner had the green notebook and off we went (again). I got to the hospital shaking and in pain. The doctor examined me and said I was 3cm dilated and my waters had gone. I was in so much panic when the doctor said there wasn't the equipment at this hospital to help my baby and we would need a transfer. I wanted to stay where I was, but also to make sure that we could get the best care for our baby.

I had a steroid injection to help and a magnesium drip. By that evening we were being transferred to Stoke-on-Trent, which is around 100 miles away.

My thoughts were all panicked because we really didn't know what was going to happen. We arrived at Stoke-on-Trent Hospital where I had three days of pushing with nothing but pain.

On the third day, the baby's heart rate dropped. I was rushed into theatre for an emergency c-section.

When I woke up, wow! I felt like I was hit by a bus. But I finally had my miracle, born 9th June 2019 at 11.14 am. She has been fighting ever since.

My experience on the neonatal unit is one I’ll never forget. There’s so much noise from all the ringing of the machines, I was suffering from an infection from the C-section and my baby had to have a small operation from having air on her lungs.

mum holding her premature baby in her arms in hospital

On top of everything going on, my partner didn't even get much time off work, though we explained about the issue. He was gutted to leave us behind. We stayed connected through texting and phone calls. Some family members visited and my best friend, Charlotte, helped me a lot in this time by staying two nights with me in a family room in Stoke-on-Trent.

When we were allowed to leave the neonatal unit, we were nervous but couldn’t wait to travel back home!

My baby is now a healthy 18.2 lb girl called Alanna Amelia who loves to listen away to music 💙

mum, dad and their baby daughter smiling