I'm new to this site so I'm still trying to get to grips with how it works. I decided to join this because I realised that I need to be able to talk to people who don't know me personally. I saw a child psychologist when I was younger but it didn't really do anything for me.
SO NOW TO THE BIT ABOUT ME, HOSPITALS ETC
I was born on 11th April 1995 in Liverpool 5 weeks early, along with my non identical twin sister i will call C. When my mum was pregnant with us, I didn't grow very well and I still don't know why....Apart from that and the fact she was massive(seriously, there are pictures and she looks like a beautiful football with legs and a head)no other complications with the pregnancy that I've heard of. The birth was what the doctors would call traumatic. I was the first out by fifteen minutes after getting stuck and needing to be sucked out by a ventous, which is like a big hoover. I feel most sorry for my mum because my dad ran out of the room and then got angry at her because he couldn't get back in, despite the fact she almost needed a blood transfusion. So after we were born, we were put into the special care baby unit because of the fact we were premature, I was 3 pounds 14 ounces, but the doctors later discovered that I was suffering from a condition called Hirschsprung's disease. Without going into any particular gory details, I will just tell you that it basically meant that my large bowel was dead(in my case it was the whole thing)and had to be taken out urgently. I was transferred to Alder Hay hospital for treatment where I received all major medical help from then on, and at one point spending almost a year there, I have had approximately 7 operations. The medical stuff didn't stop after I left the hospital because I still had to have things changed regularly and get hooked up to a feeding machine at night. Most nights I would accidentally lie on the tube in my sleep and the machine would beep, poor mum would have to get up and stop it before it woke my sister. It was also a bit of a pain at times because I would wake up and the tube would be wrapped around my tummy and pulling. One thing I didn't mind at all was the milkshake type drinks the doctors gave me to fatten me up they were delicious! There were three flavors, chocolate, strawberry and banana, my sister even used to drink them. I don't remember much about being in the hospital, but I was in that place at a crucial time in my development in regards to getting to know where your home is and who your family are. I remember following mum everywhere because I was scared she would leave me, I still have a bit of that. People have said to me that I must have been affected by what happened to me at such a young age, but to be honest I don't know. When I was in the hospital I just got on with it because it was all I knew. I am scared of blood tests even though I used to have one every day, and I get nervy about injections because of an allergic reaction I had to something the doctors gave me(I went blue and had a fit). But most of my memories are good, like the lovely doctors and nurses I met that looked after me and genuinely cared about me, and standing on the machine I was hooked up to and being wheeled up and down the ward pretending to take people's blood.
Final Things to Say:
I am so embarrassed that I had such short hair that I looked like a boy.