I am hopeful that writing all this out will better help me cope and deal
Posted On Wednesday, January 20, 2010 by Christi
I am hopeful that writing all this out will better help me cope and deal with my pregnancy. February of 2009, I found out I was pregnant. That was amazing news after many years of trying and many rounds of fertility drugs due to PCOS. I fell to my knees and began to cry and thank my Heavenly Father.
The first 4 months were difficult due to morning sickness. I made it through by taking Zofran three times a day. I had prayed for this child over and over again and decided that I would try and do everything right. I ate really well, worked out, and just took really good care of myself. My little girl was so active all throughout pregnancy. Months 4-6 were so much fun. My energy returned and morning sickness lessened, but still had to take Zofran once a day.
Beginning my 7th month, I began to swell. My feet, hands, and face were getting bigger. I would often drool at night, but realized it was because my mouth was so swollen as well. My eyelashes vanished, which was because my eyes were so swollen. I had my protein and blood pressure checked every week. My bp was consistently 120/70. All the sudden I started putting on a lot of weight.
At 34 weeks, I went to work as usual and a co-worker commented how swollen my face was and insisted that I call my doctor. I had worked out that morning and could barely tie the shoelaces because my feet were so big. I went into the doctor and my bp was 160/90 and they found a high amount of protein in my urine. He sent me directly to the hospital and immediately started the Magnesium drip. That is when I learned I had developed Preeclampsia.
Our hometown is small and our hospital did not have a NICU. My doctor had me transported to large hospital in the metroplex in case I had to deliver at the point. They began giving me shots of steroid to help with the development of the babies lungs.
For 4 days, I laid in the dark on my left side trying to keep the baby inside for as long as possible. On the 4th day, the doctor happened to come and check on my early in the morning. I had developed the HELLP syndrome. The doctor was very concerned and decided it be best that we deliver our almost 35 week old baby. We had a sonogram a few days earlier and they anticipated the baby to be around 4lbs.
So on October 4, 2009, they wheeled me down to Labor and Delivery and told me I would have a c-section in 1 hour. While waiting for surgery, I began to feel as if I had wet my pants. The nurse came in and did an examination and found that my placenta had ruptured. Within 10 minutes they got me in the ER and delivered our sweet baby girl who weighed 3lbs 12.6oz.
That is really the beginning of the story for me. They had originally told me that after the delivery of the baby that I would get better; however, things worsened. I briefly got to see our daughter in the NICU after surgery. She was perfect- no complications even being as small as she was.
I laid in the hospital bed for days. My bp continued to sky rocket and all the HELLP symptoms continued to worsen. The second day after delivery, I began to see spots and a very dark brown huge spot in my eyes. They decided to give me IV form of Labetalol. That didn't work. They tried Procardia...that didn't work. I was laying in bed with a blood pressure of 210/120 (stroke level) asking the nurse what would happen to me if they couldn't get my blood pressure down. It was at that moment I had a seizure.
After stablizing me and scaring my family half to death, they sent me to ICU where I stayed for several days. Each day continued to be a roller coaster. They had so many difficulties getting my bp under control. I had over 10 doctors working on my case and none of them knew what to do. Almost 2 weeks after delivery, my bp was getting some better with 2400 MG of Labetalol and several other bp medications. I was also placed on anti-seizure medication. I had lost some of my vision due to the seizure, but they reassured me that it would get better with time. They released me from the hospital after 15 days in the hospital.
I went to stay in the Special Care Nursery with my daughter so that I could get to know her while she grew and got stronger. I was just so upset that I had to be missing out on her first few days of her life. While I was staying with her in the hospital, my bp started acting up again and I ended back in the hospital with a bp of 207/120. I stayed in the hospital for several more days while they worked to decrease my bp again.
Finally 1 month after being admitted to the hospital both my daughter and me got released from the hospital. I was still so unbelievably weak and found it so difficult to care for her during those first few weeks at home; however I had a really supportive mother and husband who helped. It took almost another month before my vision fully returned and I am now completely off all bp medications and no lasting problems. I know God heard my cry and answered so many prayers. Not sure why all this happened, but the most difficult news is that I have been strongly discouraged to have any more pregnancies. So-next step...adoption, but I think I will just enjoy this sweet joy that we have at home.
Ethan will be turning 3 at the end of this month (October). The month of October always brings up some scary memories and emotions for me... I never thought I would have a difficult pregnancy or labor. After all...