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The last week has been an absolute whirlwind. Back in December we got pregnant with my first (her second) child. I'm M37, she's F34.

In her previous pregnancy she developed pre eclampsia and her daughter (my wonderful little 7 year old Step Daughter) was born at 34 weeks, so we knew it was a possibility.

The pregnancy started normally, she was diligent, took the medication she needed, was cautious with her diet and exercise and everything was looking great.

Then about 3 weeks ago, her blood pressure started spiking so they put her on medication. It started with labetalol and then nifidipine, with a few dose changes over time and for a while that was manageable.

Our baby was supposed to be due in the first week of September. My wife has been diligent in tracking her blood pressure at home and been great with her meds but that didn't matter.

Monday night after her medication I asked her to check her BP. 170 over 110, we checked it three times, it did not come down.

I took her into the hospital and came home to look after my step daughter. The next day I spent all day with her in hospital and the doctors came round and told us that her protein levels and BP did not look good, expect the baby early

Wednesday morning at 4am I get a call, I have to come in. I get there and they are prepping her for surgery.

I adorn the scrubs and follow her into the theatre, I sit with her as they poke her spine and pull the baby out, it's a god awful experience for her.

I am pulled over to watch as they resus my tiny little boy in the next room and glance across and my wife as they suture her up.

He was born at 30 weeks and weighed 1005g.

I follow a team of amazing healthcare professionals in the NICU as they get my little boy into an incubator and start running his lines and getting him setup.

I see when he goes into cardiac arrest on the first day and they jump in to save him

He's now been out over 48 hours and this morning they moved him from intubation to a CPAP machine and he's breathing on his own. He opened his eyes earlier and he's fidgeting a lot.

I want to take a moment to celebrate and thank all of the Sisters, neonatal doctors and every single member of the NHS involved not only with saving my baby boy but with everyone who works tirelessly and thanklessly to give preemie kids a good chance at life.

It's a long road ahead but my little one is doing great. My wife is also up and walking but not surprised there, she loves a challenge and she's definitely the stronger one in this relationship.

The last week has been an absolute whirlwind. Back in December we got pregnant with my first (her second) child. I'm M37, she's F34.

In her previous pregnancy she developed pre eclampsia and her daughter (my wonderful little 7 year old Step Daughter) was born at 34 weeks, so we knew it was a possibility.

The pregnancy started normally, she was diligent, took the medication she needed, was cautious with her diet and exercise and everything was looking great.

Then about 3 weeks ago, her blood pressure started spiking so they put her on medication. It started with labetalol and then nifidipine, with a few dose changes over time and for a while that was manageable.

Our baby was supposed to be due in the first week of September. My wife has been diligent in tracking her blood pressure at home and been great with her meds but that didn't matter.

Monday night after her medication I asked her to check her BP. 170 over 110, we checked it three times, it did not come down.

She went into the hospital and I had to look after my step daughter. The next day I spent all day with her in hospital and the doctors came round and told us that her protein levels and BP did not look good, expect the baby early

Wednesday morning at 4am I get a call, I have to come in. I get there and they are prepping her for surgery.

I adorn the scrubs and follow her into the theatre, I sit with her as they poke her spine and pull the baby out, it's a god awful experience for her.

I am pulled over to watch as they resus my tiny little boy in the next room and glance across and my wife as they suture her up.

He was born at 30 weeks and weighed 1005g.

I follow a team of amazing healthcare professionals in the NICU as they get my little boy into an incubator and start running his lines and getting him setup.

I see when he goes into cardiac arrest on the first day and they jump in to save him

He's now been out over 48 hours and this morning they moved him from intubation to a CPAP machine and he's breathing on his own. He opened his eyes earlier and he's fidgeting a lot.

I want to take a moment to celebrate and thank all of the Sisters, neonatal doctors and every single member of the NHS involved not only with saving my baby boy but with everyone who works tirelessly and thanklessly to give preemie kids a good chance at life.

It's a long road ahead but my little one is doing great. My wife is also up and walking but not surprised there, she loves a challenge and she's definitely the stronger one in this relationship.