My daughter was born on February 20, 1990. I was 20 years old and
My daughter was born on February 20, 1990. I was 20 years old and in excellent physical condition at the time of my pregnancy. The last three weeks before I was due I was getting terrible headaches, had protein in my urine, swelling hands/feet/face and my blood pressure was very high. I woke up early the morning of 2/18/90 and had horrible pain. I had never given birth or been through labor so I thought that was what the pain was from. Upon further examination it turned out to be my liver that was causing the pain.
The following two days were spent in the hospital getting my cervix ready and inducing labor. My labor was not progressing, I only dilated to 6. During these two days my labs were not looking good. My platelet level was so low I had transfusions after delivery (emergency c-section), my brain swelled and I was given phenobarbital and kept in a dark quiet room with no phone, closed shades, no visitors except my husband and mom, and I didn't hold my baby until she was 3 days old.
The day after I had her I had a nosebleed and asked my nurse for more kleenex. The look on her face scared me. She said she needed to call my doctor right away. I thought, "What's the big deal? It's just a nosebleed." They immediately packed my face with ice packs and more transfusions. It wasn't until around day 5, when I was "out of the woods" that my doctor actually sat down and explained to me what I had been through. It was decided NOT to tell me right away as an attempt to keep me calm. I was very afraid to get pregnant again.
When I found out I was pregnant with my second child I was very scared that I might go through that again. I did have some high blood pressure but not to the extent of what I went through with my daughter. We went on to have two boys with relatively uneventful pregnancies. Thank God!
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 ...