I had, what many would consider, a perfect pregnancy -- until I got sick.
Posted On Tuesday, January 19, 2010 by Lisa
I had, what many would consider, a "perfect pregnancy" -- until I got sick. At 28 weeks I had a great prenatal appointment with no complications and appropriate weight gain. Two days latter I had a spitting headache all night that was very difficult to control. I swelled up like a balloon, and for some reason I just stopped urinating. I called my doctors office in the morning to ask just how much Tylenol I could take without harming my baby. Wisely, the nurse asked me to come in to have my blood pressure checked. Grudgingly, not wanting to be sick, I stopped by my doctor's office on my way to work. Sure enough, I had very high blood pressure. What little urine I could give them was full of protein. Before I knew it I was rushed to the hospital, put on magnesium (probably the worst drug to be on when so many people are asking you questions), given a steroid shot to help my little girl develop, and flown to another hospital 2 hours away with a better NICU. Just 30 hours after being diagnosed with pre-eclapsia and HELLP my little Abigail was born by emergency c-section. Perfect in every way, but very tiny.
I continued having high blood pressure for several days after my delivery and was on blood pressure medication for a month. I remember feeling so silly having to call for a shuttle to take me two blocks from the Ronald McDonald house to the hospital and then hop in a wheel chair to visit my baby in the NICU. Luckily that only lasted for about a week.
Abigail weighed 2 pounds 5 ounces. Hear head was the size of a tennis ball and her fingers were as thin as toothpicks. She had a 3 month, somewhat difficult course through the NICU - though not as difficult as some of the other babies we knew. When we finally got to take her home she was on oxygen and an apnea monitor. Three weeks latter, she is growing and developing well and we are so greatful to have her home with us.
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 ...