Sarra Hoy pens heartfelt letter to staff who cared for her premature son

The wife of Olympic legend Sir Chris Hoy, Sarra, has shared a letter she wrote to the medical staff who cared for their son who was born 11 weeks premature.

Thursday, 8th November 2018, 8:35 am
Updated Thursday, 8th November 2018, 8:38 am
Sarra Hoy with her son Callum.

As an ambassador for premature and sick baby charity Bliss Scotland, she shared the letter prior to World Prematurity Day on November 17.

She said that the dark days in the neonatal unit were still with her saying that “it never leaves you”

Speaking to the Daily Record, Sarra said: “I started chatting recently to a lady in my gym class, who had a 30-year-old son.

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Sir Chris Hoy and Lady Sarra Hoy

“She told me he had been born, without warning, 10 weeks early.

“I smiled and told her my four-year-old son had been born 11 weeks early.

“We looked at each other for a few moments as we both silently acknowledged a mutual understanding of what we had each been through.

“Our eyes involuntarily filled with tears and she simply said, ‘It never leaves you.’

“We owe so much to those who cared for Callum and to the researchers and scientists who have dedicated their lives to improving outcomes of babies like ours.

“Whilst these wonderful people may not remember all of the names and faces of the babies they have cared for, we would like them to know they are always remembered by us.”

Lawyer Sarra, who also has a one-year-old with Sir Chris Hoy wrote a letter of gratitude to the staff who cared for their son who is now four.

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The full letter penned to “wonderful” medical staff

To you all,

I have written this letter many times already in my head and, in fact, not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought of you all and given thanks for the role each one of you played in our journey through neonatal care.

Our baby boy, Callum arrived 11 weeks early. His premature arrival was a terrible shock and we were very, very scared about what lay ahead, both for him and for us as a family.

He was transferred immediately into intensive care and 24 long hours later, I was wheeled into the hushed, darkened room to meet Callum for the first time and that is where we were introduced to you all.

I stared, shocked, startled and stunned, as you quietly introduced me to my baby. I watched through the

incubator glass as you cared for him, always ensuring he was as comfortable as possible.

It was clear to see you performed your roles with care and devotion. We looked on as you delicately used one finger and one thumb to gently lift him, move him, change him and adjust the countless tubes and wires that surrounded him and covered his tiny face.

He was so fragile and vulnerable, like a baby bird that had fallen from its nest – no feathers, just translucent, impossibly paper thin skin, which was draped over the tiniest of bodies.

We listened as you reassured us. You encouraged us while we learned to do the same as you: how to change his nappy, how to wash his face and how to move him – all within the confines of his incubator and machines that kept him alive.

You stood quietly by our side as we learned how to hold him and how to cuddle him amidst all of those terrifying tubes and wires. Behind every picture of a mother holding her baby in NICU is a nurse who is keeping a watchful eye.

Despite the sound of those relentless beeps and alarms, we were guided by you and we learned to keep calm (or at least pretend to keep calm) while his numbers fluctuated and the machines bonged and alarms sounded.

You taught me how to use a breast pump. Even though I produced far more tears than milk each day, you encouraged me not to give up on my quest. In time, you taught us how to tube feed Callum, how to bathe him and eventually how to breastfeed him, when I thought it was an impossible dream. But with your help, I did it!

I listened as you cooed and aah-ed over Callum, calling him beautiful nicknames. You demonstrated that you would cuddle him, hold him, reassure him and love him when I was not there and I was unable to be by his side.

In sum, we watched on as you taught us how to be parents to our tiny, tiny baby.

When I look back at our time in the Neonatal Unit, it feels like an out of body experience. Despite the vivid memories, I can barely believe we went through it. I can barely believe we came out the other side either. I look at Callum now and cannot comprehend he was ever that small and vulnerable. He is now a happy and healthy little boy who takes great delight in spending his day in peels of delirious laughter.

We are so proud of our baby, as of course are any parents. But when we look at Callum, every single time I look into his eyes, I thank God and the universe for being so kind to us, for I know that not every family has the fortunate outcome we did.

You will each care for so many babies during the course of your careers and you will meet so many families that I am sure you will lose track of their names and faces. However I hope you will each understand that every single one of those families will remember your involvement in their lives, forever.

We shall never forget what you did for Callum. We are forever indebted to you and feel privileged to have seen our baby grow under your watchful care.

With our grateful thanks to you, always,