I really don't know how to start this out. I had preeclampsia. I started showing
|I really don't know how to start this out. I had preeclampsia. I started showing a lot of signs around almost my fourth month of pregnancy. When I was 26 weeks pregnant I had my son. He weighed one pound and 5 ounces, 11 1/2 inches long, head 9 inches round. I had to be sent to Roanoke, VA. I was there for three days deathly ill, on the fourth day I was in excrutiating pain and I had an emergency c-section. I had him in February, he just came home not even two weeks ago June 20th. I was going into HELLP syndrome. My liver and gul bladder were swollen, the doctors were talking about removing my gul bladder. They said the only thing I had left to swell was my heart and I would die. I couldn't even sleep in the hospital. My back hurt so much just to even lay back on a pillow. My blood pressure got up to 201/175. I gained 60 lbs with 26 weeks of pregnancy. Within two of the days I was in the hospital I gained ten pounds. My body was swelling fast. Doctors kept going in and out of my room, telling me there was a candle burning at both ends from the baby and I. I had my blood taken about every 2-3 hours to check my liver enzymes. I had bruises up and down my arms. They put me on magnesium sulfate, it was to stop labor, seizures, stroke, and coma. This was a terrible time in my entire life. You cannot imagine. After I had my son I couldn't see out of my left eye, they thought it was from the anestesia. They eventually said I might've had a small stroke. I couldn't see out of my eye for two months. I was in so much pain, yet I just thought in my head, "I'm going to die... but I'm not scared I feel peaceful". For everyone out there who went through this you are a very strong person. I know it is very hard but you will make it and be a very strong hearted person...good luck.|
After surviving a very traumatic first pregnancy with a nightmare delivery (30 hours of magnesium-induced hell, ending in an emergency c-section) and even more debilitating recovery, one would think I was DONE having children. Let's be ...