Hi, my name is Alyssa McLaughlin. I'm 19 years old and I was 5 months
Hi, my name is Alyssa McLaughlin. I'm 19 years old and I was 5 months pregnant when I got severe preeclampsia. It was at 11pm January 31st when my husband and I got home from Walmart. I had to buy some Tylenol because what I thought was severe rib pain was hurting so badly I couldn't sleep or walk. It hurt to even breath. I went to the hospital but they said nothing appeared wrong and it might be bronchitis.
Right when we got in our driveway I threw up and my whole body swelled up. It was so scary I was crying. I had my husband go get my mom. She asked if I recently took anything new that I might be allergic to and I said no I haven't. I've taken the things and eaten the same as always. I kept crying and hoping my baby was okay.
She and my husband took me to the hospital and they immediately took me to the triage room. They asked questions and took my blood pressure which was 186/134. They sent me to the floor where people that are pregnant go and they called my doctor. He came and took tests and there was blood in my urine and my liver was failing. He said I was severely ill and my baby could die. They said to try my best to stay calm because it affects my blood pressure. It was so hard to stay calm but I did my best. I was so scared. The doctor said he wanted to try to get my blood pressure stable before taking the baby out, but everything kept getting worse. He came back in and said that I would have to be transferred to the city because they have a more advanced hospital. He said I need to get the baby out or we both could die.
They sent me to the hospital in the city. I went in on February 2nd at 7:30 and they c sectioned me to take my beautiful baby boy out. I was still very sick so I didn't get to see him until the 4th. He was so tiny at 1 pound and 1 ounce. I was so happy because I wanted a baby boy so badly, but it hurt me to see him all hooked up to machines and stuff. His eyes were still fused shut so I couldn't see what color they were. I was released on the 5th and the hospital got me a hotel room to stay in until he was ready to go home, which they said could be 4 months or more. I moved in and my family went back home. I had my husband go back to take care of our dog Lucia.
I went to visit my son the next morning, February 6th at 8 am, and I stayed next to him telling him how strong and wonderful he is and how much everyone would love to meet him. I went back to the hotel at 5 that night to get sleep. When I woke up I went back to the hospital where I stayed the night so I could sleep better since I could barely sleep at the hotel alone worrying about my son.
On February 9th as I was going to the cafeteria to eat lunch I started feeling weird, so I went to the emergency room and they checked me out. My blood pressure was 206/193. They admitted me into intensive care and put me on IV fluids and medicine to help get it stable. I was there for 3 days. I didn't get to see my son. I was so worried about him they said I needed to get better before I could go see him.
I got better on the 12th, so they let me go see him. I was a little happier. The only problem was I was very depressed because I missed my family very much. The doctor said I could leave for a couple days to spend time with family. If anything went wrong they would call me and if I was worried I could call them. So I went home. As soon as I got there I spent time with my dog, my husband, my mom and my little sister. I went to bed that night and when I woke up the next morning, February 13th, the doctor called me to say my son was having trouble breathing, that he had bleeding on the brain, and that I should come back so he could explain it better. I called my mom and we got in the car and got there as fast we could. I was scared. I kept hoping he would be okay. When I got there he was doing a lot better and they explained things to me. They said that on the 15th he would have a surgery on his heart to close a vessel so his lungs wouldn't fill with blood. I stayed in the hotel until the morning of his surgery, but I did go visit him on Valentine's Day. I bought him a card and took it to him even though he couldn't see it. I wanted him to have it because I love him so very much.
The morning of his surgery I was there. One of his eyes was open. He has the most wonderful eyes. They were blue. His surgery went well and he was stable. I went back to the hotel to sleep and the next day February 16th I went to see him. He still wasn't awake from his surgery, but he was stable and I stayed there until 4 that evening. I told him that his daddy and I loved him and that we would be there in the morning to see him. As I was walking out of the hospital the doctor called saying my son's heart had stopped and they were doing heart compressions, but he wasn't responding. I dropped everything I had and ran upstairs crying scared. I got to the room and they were still trying but he was gone. I lost my wonderful baby boy to preeclampsia and I miss him very very much. His name was Irvan Lee McLaughlin. Rest in peace.
I want a baby so badly, but i'm to scared to ever try again. I couldn't bare the chance of going through that again.
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