It has been 4 years since I was rushed into an emergency c-section to deliever my baby girl at 32 weeks due to HELLP Syndrome. When her first birthday rolled around I went into a deep depression thinking that I could never have another baby after always wanting 2 or 3. I then came to a point where I was okay with the idea of never having another child or so I thought I was. It's been 4 years since my terrifying experience and I'm to the point where I know for a fact that I'm not okay with not ever having the chance to have another child. I talked to my mother about it (I confide in her with everything) and she is very worried about my "baby fever". So today I'm feeling blue and robbed of the opportunity other women get to experience time and time again.
My story....
At 32 weeks my mother-in-law took me to the hospital because my feet had become so swollen that I couldn't wear flip flops. I checked my blood pressure and it had sky rocketed. Before this I had not had any trouble with my pregnancy. The doctors immediately admitted me to the hospital and started doing blood work. They decided to put me on magnesium sulfate so that I wouldn't start having seizure. At this point no one is telling me what's going on. Finally that evening the on call doctor came in and told me that my platelet count was low so they were going to keep me so they could monitor it. The next morning after one blood draw they came into my room and said they were mediflighting me to a larger hospital that had the capabilities to deal with the issue better than the one I was at. What issue? No one would tell me what was going on. After spending two days in the hospital (the one I was transferred to) a doctor comes in the room and tells me and my husband that the baby has to be delievered immediately because my platelet count is getting too low. He gives us the option to try a vaginal delievery but he doesn't reccommend it because my chances of bleeding to death are high. So off to the surgery room I go. Everything is happening way too fast and still I have no clue what is going on. During the c-section the doctor asks me if I want my tubes tied. Is this a joke?! No! I don't. This is my first baby. Why would I want my tubes tied. I felt like I was missing something. As soon as my precious baby was delieverd they rushed her to the NICU. I didn't even get to see her face. I felt like they just took one of the most precious moments of my life away from me. Every other mother gets to see her newborn baby. Why not me? The next three days were excruciating. After the delievery they kept me in a trama room so they could monitor me closely. In the middle of the night a nurse woke me up and explained to me that a doctor was on the way. I was hemorrhaging and my uterus wasn't contracting. They were unable to take me to surgery due to my platelet count so they had to do everything right there. I have never felt such an agonizing pain in my life. I wanted to die. After that my husband nor my mother left my side. The next day (two days after deliever) I stopped breathing. They resuscitated me and hooked me up to an oxygen machine that monitored my oxygen levels. I can remember my mother saying to me "Amy! Wake up...! Don't go to sleep please!" I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep. But I wasn't sleeping. I wasn't breathing. After three days of struggling to hang onto life the doctors said I was strong enough to be transferred into a regular maternity room. I was FINALLY able to see/hold my brand new baby girl. Having her was by far the scariest thing I have ever been through but I wouldn't trade it for the world because it brought her into my world. God was truly watching over the both of us. I was able to bring my baby home when she was 6 days old. What a miracle!!! It wasn't until I was being discharged that they explained my diagnosis to me and my family.
So, people tell me to feel lucky because I was lucky to have survived such an experience and maybe to most I sound ungrateful because recently I think it's unfair. I think it's unfair that doctors and my family are telling me "No" and that I should reconsider the idea of having another child. I didn't get to experience the baby shower. I didn't get to experience being the first person to hold my baby. I didn't get to experience that first glimpse and welcome her into this world. I feel robbed. I feel blue and I just want to cry.
