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#TEAMVINNIE- my story so far

After spending all of summer in 1998 crippled in pain and deteriorating by the day and weighing a painful 5 stone my world came crashing down when I eventually got diagnosed with crohns disease on Nov 10th 1998.
After numerous tests and treatments and large doses of steroids that blew my face up like a balloon I was barely unrecognizable , so last resort was to be fed by a nasogastric tube to give my bowel a complete rest. This is when I began to feel a little better I had no solid food for over a year only liquid through a tube into my stomach, I used to wear a back pack outdoors with my feed attached hoping nobody would see me, but I was afraid to go to school as I knew how cruel kids could be, so spent most my time getting home schooled feeling like I was trapped in my own house ,still to this day I have my best friend Bethany who nominated me for this award (friendship of now 21 years) for pulling me out of severe depression as she encouraged me to go out and socialise with friends and helped gain some of my confidence back, even the bullies didn’t stop me, a teacher once told me to take that “hair accessory “ out, little did she know it was keeping me alive,this is something ill never forget being humiliated in front of the whole class, Beth gave me the confidence to stand up to them if she hadn’t already sorted them out herself mind, she was my rock.
Remission never lasted long 6 months at most, countless drugs and tests always trying to find a new drug nothing ever lasted long I’d have bouts of good weeks due to new medication then I would grow antibodies and stop working even the doctors was struggling to control my disease as I had one of the worst cases they’d ever seen at the time, battling through and not getting anywhere we had no choice and needed major bowel surgery in 2004 to cut out the diseased part of the bowel, I had some relief on and off for a while with different drugs but I just learnt to cope in pain, not a day went by without pain killers this was my new normal but I somehow managed to start a career in nursing and went onto study adult nursing at hull university ,because I missed so much schooling I had to go back to college to get my grades for uni but I wasn’t giving up I wanted to give something back it was my way of repaying the NHS .I didn’t quite finish my nursing got to my 2nd year as once again my crohns was getting too much along with studying so I decided to take a break, then this was when I got the job working at my local A&E in Nov 2010.

It still amazes me and everyone around me now how I get through some days but with the sheer determination and a very understanding boss and work family I’m still there today even though iv probably spent more times there as a patient than I have worked mind.
Battling through a work life balance little did I know the worst was yet to come, after finding a bleed in my bowel I once again needed major surgery to fix this, this didn’t quite go to plan following surgery I ended up in intensive care, my wound opened so you could see all the internal stitches and ended up in septic shock and had drains in situ whilst on IV antibiotics, I had never been so poorly and I couldn’t see no way out I kept repeatedly getting sepsis and growing resistant to antibiotics, I was never out of hospital for longer than a week before sepsis came back getting weaker each time, in the end was left with no choice but to be admitted into hospital long term to prepare for further surgery ,the surgery iv been trying to avoid since I was 11 to prepare for having a stoma , I wasn’t strong enough for the surgery so needed a central line to feed me with TPN to build me up and antibiotics as my veins was shutting down it was serious stuff, my life turned upside down as a young girl when I woke up after the stoma surgery in July 2014.

Unfortunately this wasn’t the end, the sepsis continued, my wound reopened I contacted MRSA, I had extensive fistula tracts from the drains that are now inoperable and to this day still deal with the pain and constant leaking from them, changing dressings and stoma/fistula bags up to 3 times a day, I had open access to the ward ,where I spent my time isolated in a cubicle, this was when they told my mum was nothing more they could do for me, the worst possible news a mother could hear, until after some careful research with my surgeon and gastro Dr we had one last option and that’s to be referred to a specialist IBD hospital in Harrow London, you have to fit a specific criteria and wasn’t until I was at this point could I be referred.
During this living nightmare and adjusting to life with a stoma whilst waiting for a bed at St Mark’s hospital which in total took 5 weeks did I meet my now fiancé Ian in the midst of all this in summer 2014 , the worst possible time of my life I never expected to meet someone but he remained by my side only basically as friends for quite some time till St marks changed my life around.

Another surgery in the June 2015 another stoma which meant I had colostomy and ileostomy both at the same time which was horrific and of course another case of sepsis and open wound which involved me having a vac pump attached to help with the healing even managed to get back to work doing light non clinical duties with this in place, my managers praised me for wanting to work and was glad to see me back, I somehow started to see light at the end of tunnel and started putting weight on started enjoying my life again with Ian it seemed to be finally falling into place ,and 8 months later I had my ileostomy reversed in January 2016 a stint on high dependency no sepsis but of course another open wound but I was discharged ready to get my life back on track and start thinking of my future with Ian,the thoughts about a future with children so we went for fertility tests and had our first appointment October 2016, it wasn’t the news we wanted to hear” I’m so sorry Sarah but it’s going to be impossible to have children “and impossible to even have IVF or give birth naturally, our world came crashing down, I was inconsolable hadn’t I been through enough, feeling guilty to Ian as it was all down to me I just wanted to give him the most precious gift of all after everything he’s done for me and stood by me when I was literally on deaths door I couldn’t give him anything in return, we was told ‘adopt ‘ or ‘accept’ neither option was an option at this stage so Ian encouraged me to have a second opinion, my GP had similar thoughts as the local fertility Drs but she agreed I had rights to at least try.

December 2016 we had an appointment at Leeds fertility where we got told IVF was an option We had a glimmer of hope and had nothing to lose. We commenced treatment march 2017,unfortunately the first round never worked but of course we wasn’t going to give up. We took our self on a dream holiday cruising round California in a Ford mustang exactly what we needed and we came back stress free ready to go again. By some miracle our 2nd round of IVF worked this was it all our dreams come true, of course the pregnancy wasn’t plain sailing and was always a worry that our baby boy was small, and then my cervix started to open at 24 weeks so was put on bed rest at St James hospital Leeds. I was in hospital for 8 weeks Drs was amazed how far id come as they’d prepped me for delivery with steroids and had NICU(neonatal intensive care) on standby, with virtually no measurable cervix. We got to 30 weeks and by this point our baby boys growth had dropped off the chart so was preparing for induction at 32 weeks.

Unfortunately we never quite made it that far, I popped out for lunch on the 19th march 2018 with my best friend when I thought I couldn’t feel much movement, so I went back up to the ward and asked the midwife to check everything was ok, the midwife couldn’t find the heartbeat on the Doppler so asked the on call Dr to scan me, soon as my baby boy appeared on the screen I knew something was wrong he wasn’t wriggling I couldn’t hear the beating of his heart, and slowly the Dr turned around with tears in her eyes with the most soul destroying news iv ever heard ‘Sarah I’m so sorry your baby has passed away”. My world ended having to relay them words to Ian when he eventually arrived to the hospital broke me even more along with both our parents was utterly devastating.
I just wanted to meet our beautiful baby now so we prepared for induction the next day ,surrounded by our family , Vinnie Francis William Carrick came into the world sleeping on the 20th march 2018 at 22.23pm weighing a tiny 2lb 2oz, delivering him naturally against all odds , placing him straight on my chest he was the most precious beautiful baby boy I’d ever seen how could he be so perfect, my heart ached for him to cry I was finally a mummy though something that I thought was impossible so I cherished every minute I had with him whilst in the hospital until he had to go off for his post mortem a few days later.

Leaving the hospital Ian walking in front of me with no baby or car seat in his hands made my heart shatter into a million pieces, he would of been such an amazing daddy to Vinnie, we got to bring Vinnie home for the night with the help of the midwife ,they was able to provide a cold mat so we could spend the last night with him, we was able to create lots of special memories thanks to our amazing bereavement midwife, she really went above and beyond and will always be very special to us. Having him at home meant we could have lots of precious family time too, his Nanna Grandad Grandma and his special aunties all came to visit him for cuddles ,we treat him no different. The day came where I had to give him up I couldn’t bare to leave him the hardest of all, then having to bury our baby boy ,something no parents should ever have to do.

We often visit him at his graveside and take him fresh sunflowers’, we did his nursery in a fox theme along with his pram, so we continue his memory through foxes and blowing him some bubbles every time we visit. Vinnie had a special hand knitted teddy with him the whole time and we had lots more made in his memory that we donated to our midwife to give to other parents and babies in the same position as us, this teddy brought so much comfort.
We also had £400 from the service instead of flowers donated to SANDS charity in his memory. We will continue to keep his memory going, Ian and my brother in law are also doing the Yorkshire 3 peaks in memory of Vinnie, with over a £1000 of donations so far we hope to continue to raise awareness and help with future research and families.

We eventually received the post mortem results 12 weeks later, the day before we were due to go on holiday which meant we was able to go on holiday and relax knowing the results. Little did I know Ian was planning something special, to my surprise on the 9th June at a beautiful restaurant in Lindos overlooking the sunset he asked me to marry him, he did it in the most special way a moment I’ll never forget, he included Vinnie and recorded a video holding our beautiful baby boy asking me to be his wife, little did I know he did this the night we brought him home it couldn’t of been more perfect, of course he had to be involved .
Vinnies results gave us hope for a future of being parents again, we was told our baby boy likely had a cord accident but due to his growth restriction he wasn’t strong enough to survive, my placenta was half the weight so he was struggling from day one, we had an answer as to what happened and this meant we could move forward and another round of IVF was possible, so here we go again preparing for round 3, 6 months on were now mentally and physically ready to try again in the hope of a little brother or sister for Vinnie.

We will never give up hope, surely this is our time, hoping and praying to get our special rainbow baby.

Being nominated for this inspirational mother award means so much to me, just by being called a mother is overwhelming as this was something I didn’t think was possible, but I will continue to inspire people everyday with so much love and support around me ,we Will hopefully achieve our hopes and dreams which will give my journey to being an inspirational mother a happy ending .
Thank you xxx

What others have said:

“On the 10th of November 1998 Sarah was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, and she became housebound due to being fed by a tube. Sarah was bullied at school for the changes in her appearance. Sarah has only had 6 months of remission in 20 years. She has been fitted with a stoma colostomy bag and only has 115cm small bowel remaining and has open wounds. Sarah will need more surgery which will lead to her being TPN tube feeding eventually. She was told she would never be a Mum & they gave her the go ahead to try for IVF. The first time failed but after perseverance she managed to fall pregnant. Every week was challenging but she didn’t complain. Sarah contracted MRSA and was hospitalised again. Sarah managed to get to 24 weeks pregnant and her cervix started to open. Close monitoring and extra care meant Sarah hung on with bed rest and managed to get to 32 weeks. Sarah & I went for lunch and she hadn’t felt the baby move so asked the midwife back at the hospital to do a scan, there was no heartbeat detected.  She had to give birth to her sleeping miracle baby son VinnieI want the world to know how amazing she is.