The only thing better than having you as my parents,
is my children having you as their grandparents
Grandparents, they are such an important part of our lives, always there with unconditional love and support.
When I first started to write my blog back in January, I suggested to my parents that they may want to do a guest post. After all it is not just the sufferer of HELLP Syndrome that struggles with the aftermath.
I thought it would be interesting to hear our HELLP story from a Grandparents perspective
This is their thoughts on what happened four years ago, written by my Mum (A.K.A. Grandma)…
We were both looking forward to becoming Grandparents. We were amazed to find out Yvonne was expecting twins.
Little did we know what was going to happen….
Our son-in-law, J, called in the early hours of Thursday morning to let us know that Yvonne had given birth to twin boys.
A few hours later, we were on the train down to London. We checked into the hotel and headed over to the hospital.
J met us at the door of the hospital. He told us that Yvonne was not in a good way. We were shocked when we walked into the room.
Yvonne looked tired. She was pale like marble and appeared to be out of it, not really aware of her surroundings.
At that stage, we didn’t know then that she had HELLP syndrome. We assumed it was a traumatic birth. It was an emotional day for both of us.
J spoke to the nursing staff to ask for open visiting for us, ensuring we could provide additional support.
Between the three of us we took care of the boys that day.
We had not expected the boys to be so small – the scans had indicated they were a lot bigger – and they didn’t have enough clothes and nappies for them, so the next day J rang and asked us to pick up some things from the shop.
We were a little late getting to the hospital that day. We had not long arrived when Yvonne and the boys were moved into intensive care. This was a frightening time for everyone.
At this stage, nobody had told us what was happening. We were relieved when she was moved back to High Dependancy Unit the following day and started to show improvement.
The next day J called to say that he had questioned the midwife about Yvonne. This was the first time we heard the words, HELLP syndrome. We had not heard of it before and were concerned about what it meant.
While we were getting ready, Grandad looked it up. He was worried when he read how serious this condition was, but didn’t share what he read as he didn’t want me to worry.
We went straight to the hospital. When we arrived, J explained what HELLP Syndrome was. Shocked and frightened, we were worried about the consequences for Yvonne. We felt so helpless that the fate of our only child was in the hands of the doctors. We kept our fingers crossed and hoped she would recover.
What made things so much harder, was watching Bob L in the bilirubin machine, as he was being treated with jaundice. We were also worried about him too. He was so unhappy and the only way you could settle him was to let him hold your finger. It was heartbreaking. We took turns to be with him, reassuring him that he wasn’t alone.
That night as we left the hospital, we met the kind nurse who had cared for Yvonne that day. She said: “I admire your daughter’s spirit and determination to over come this serious illness”.
We whole-heartily agreed with her. We found this conversation very emotional, it confirmed our worst fears for our daughter. That night we both had a restless night as we realised that we may lose our precious daughter.
The next day, when we arrived at the hospital, Yvonne asked if I could help her have a shower. It was not easy, but we managed to get her into the bathroom. We tried not to pull on the drips and tubes still attached to her. I was shocked to see all the bruising and rashes that covered her body. I joked with her, saying I shouldn’t have to still be showering her at this age.
She was determined to do it even though she was exhausted afterwards. She hoped it would make her feel better.
The night before we were due to go home, we were thrilled to see an improvement in Yvonne. We knew she was feeling better, she started complaining about the food! So we brought her in some treats that we knew she loved.
Then the day came where we were due to leave and go back home. We were concerned about leaving Yvonne.
It was a very emotional time. However, we knew she was in good hands. We were glad she was making a recovery.
We were thrilled when Yvonne called us to say that they had all been discharged. It was such a relief.
Over the next two weeks we were in daily contact. We wanted to give them a chance to settle in as a new family, so a couple of weeks later we returned, when J went back to work.
We feel incredibly fortunate that we still have our beautiful daughter with us. We love being Grandparents to our two fantastic grandsons.
Grandchildren make the world a little softer, a little kinder, a little warmer