It was December 23, 2009 when I went to my doctor for my 38 week
Posted On Friday, January 01, 2010 by Dawn
It was December 23, 2009 when I went to my doctor for my 38 week visit. This was my first pregnancy and I had been blessed with a wonderful pregnancy as well. Throughout my 38 weeks of pregnancy, I never once felt sick, tired and gained on 26 pounds. I actually enjoyed my time being pregnant. However, all that changed two days before Christmas. On my routine visit that typically took 5 to 10 minutes, I was informed that my blood pressure was too high and there was a high level of protein in my urine.
Never hearing of Preeclampsia, I didn't become alarmed. I was sent to the hospital for further testing. I felt fine with no other symptoms until I took off my pants and realized that my legs were very swollen. This was something that I didn't experience throughout my pregnancy. After some blood work, the doctors confirmed that I did indeed have Preeclampsia and were going to induce labor.
With my blood pressure reaching up over 180, I was put on Magnesium Sulfate to reduce my risks of a seizure. Ever have the worse flu of your life as you are going through labor? This was the worst experience of my life, however what got me through was it was knowing that my baby was completely healthy and going great.
After being on the "Mag" for 24 hours, I was finally induced and labor had begun, however the Mag was not allowing the epidural to work and the baby was facing the wrong way. Finally at 8:21 on Christmas Eve, baby Colton was finally born.
He was weak, but was going to be fine. I on the other hand, experienced a bleed out just hours after delivery, luckily, surgery was not required. It was unknown if the Preeclampsia had anything to do with the internal bleeding.
The amazing thing was that I never felt one symptom. Besides my first pregnancy, I was not the typically candidate for preeclampsia. Just goes to show how important it is to take care of yourself and be sure to make every doctor's appointment.
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 ...