The Silence is Deafening
Posted On Thursday, January 06, 2011 by Todd
My wife and I met in 2001 during a press event at our company. I had just landed from a devastating divorce; she from a disappointing long-term relationship that hadn't led to marriage. We hit it off immediately. Though I had a daughter from the previous marriage, what I was missing was the sense of family togetherness. What she wanted more than anything was kids. In 2006 we were married in a dream ceremony in Florence, Italy. A year later we were pregnant with our first child and on May 25, 2008 - a day after my wife's birthday - our daughter entered the world, albeit 6 weeks early. My wife was diagnosed as gestational diabetic during the pregnancy and unfortunately, following the delivery she remained diabetic. Thankfully she was able to manage her condition through diet.
In early 2009 we were pregnant once again but unfortunately we lost the baby around 15-16 weeks. Needless to say, we were very devastated by the news. We made the decision to try one more time while time was somewhat on our side. I was 43; she was 42 and diabetic.
We were blessed later that year with the news that we were once again pregnant. We were advised to get monthly progesterone shots to insure that the uterine conditions were conducive to carrying the pregnancy to full term.
The pregnancy was difficult with my wife losing her appetite and experiencing persistent diarrhea and extreme swelling in the joints, mainly the fingers and ankles/feet/toes within the 2nd trimester. Additionally, she was unable to find comfort in sleep and spent many restless nights in the living room watching TV.
In January of 2010 during a routine visit to our GP with a cold, my wife passed out and was subsequently treated for dehydration in the ER. Her numbers checked out fine but this was to prove a warning shot over the proverbial bow of our ship. At some point in June, my wife's blood sugar levels became unmanageable by diet and she began taking twice daily insulin shots.
On June 28, during a visit to her OB/GYN, we were informed that her regular OB of 5 years had resigned from the practice and that her case would now be taken over by the principle partner in the practice. During his routine questioning my wife disclosed a shortness of breath. She was 5'6" tall and had already gained about 40-50 pounds with a due date of around August 8th and in her previous visits, this had been passed off to the intrusion of the pregnancy into the rib cage. However, our new OB was not happy with this info and immediately referred her to the ER.
Upon admission to the ER, she was diagnosed with critically low potassium levels (approx. 2.3) as well as abnormal magnesium levels. She was immediately admitted to the hospital and started on potassium drip therapy and intermittent magnesium drip therapy. To compound matters, her blood pressure had risen and her blood sugar levels began to elevate. As we were entering the July 4 holiday period, we discovered that her endocrinologist was on vacation and that there was no backup at the hospital during his absence and therefore her case would be handled by her GP and OB. Also, the new OB was now on vacation and passed her case on to his partner...essentially, her 2nd new OB in the space of 2 days.
Over the course of the next 3 days my wife received a total of 18 units of potassium and approximately 4 units of magnesium. Additionally, they played with her insulin levels, at one point increasing it 4-fold over what her normal daily injections had been.
Unhappy with the the "threat" of a pick-line and 4 more days of hospital stay, we eventually requested to be moved to the high-risk women and children's hospital in town.Â On July 1 and at approximately 6pm, we were finally granted the transfer.
5 hours later, as I was about to settle into bed with our daughter at home, I called my wife one last time to make sure she was okay and was informed that I should put sleep on hold as it appeared that she was going to be discharged. Her potassium numbers had risen to 3.5 and was deemed acceptable by the hospital. Whereas the previous hospital (not high-risk) had wanted her to achieve a level of 4.0, the high-risk hospital was fine with a level between 3.5-4.5. She was told to go home, given a prescription for potassium pills, told to do a 24-hour urine collection and return to the hospital on July 3 to have her urine tested for protein and to have her potassium levels checked again.
Everything checked out on the 3rd but she was advised to schedule an appointment with the high-risk OB as soon as possible. Upon calling said doctor, we were told the earliest they could get us in was 11 days.
On July 14 my wife visited the high-risk OB and found that her blood pressure was 171/95. She was diagnosed as severe preeclampsic and immediately admitted to the hospital, being told that they might deliver the baby that evening though they would try to manager her blood pressure and give the baby more time to develop. He was 35 weeks and 4 days at that time. Her BP never improved below 154/90 and our baby boy was delivered successfully via c-section without complications on July 16. All along we were told that the cure for preeclampsia was delivery.
48-hours later on July 18 my wife was cleared to go home. As she had had her pre-requisite bowel movement that morning and her vitals checked out for the the most part (BP now at ~140/85), she was discharged with the usual spiel on caring for the c-section wound site and taking care of the child. No mention was made about the threat of eclampsia. She was told to schedule an appointment with her OB for that Friday with no additional follow-up scheduled in between.
We returned home to find our daughter had a cold. On Monday afternoon, my wife began to complain of shortness of breath - not being able to get a full breath. We passed it off as normal for someone who had just had a c-section and swollen breasts from breastfeeding. On Tuesday I returned to work for a team exercise while my wife made a visit to the pediatrician with her brother. She was again experiencing shortness of breath and was finding every step to be a struggle.
That evening we went to bed at around 11:15pm. About an hour later I was awoken by her and was told that she "needed my help." Quite groggy, I took a moment to get my bearings and then accompanied her into our kitchen. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she couldn't breathe and quickly devolved into what appeared to be hyperventilation accompanied by extreme anxiety and fear. I tried to calm her but it just increased to a point that I called 911, having determined that it was beyond my scope of understanding. I stayed on the phone with the dispatcher for 7 painful minutes while my wife went from a seated-on-the-chair position to a seated-on-the-ground position to a laying-on-the-ground position. At the same moment that the paramedics arrived, my wife stopped breathing and began to turn blue. Though the paramedics tried in vain to get a pulse and start her breathing again, they ultimately left the house performing CPR on her, heading to the hospital only 5 minutes from our house.
I was told upon arriving at the hospital that they had managed to regain a pulse after 25 minutes but that my wife had most likely suffered severe brain damage from the lack of oxygen. Their prognosis for recovery was grim, with little hope given for any meaningful recovery. For all intents and purposes, my wife had died in my arms on our kitchen floor, her final words being "I love you."
Joan stayed with us for 17 days. Her family - her mother, father, 7 sisters, 1 brother and numerous nieces, nephews, friends and in-laws - were by her side constantly, providing a 24-hour vigil and soothing her as best they could with prayers, music and conversation. She never regained consciousness and on August 6, three days after being removed from support, she passed into the arms of her loving Lord. The silence, since then, has been deafening and we all miss her more and more each day.
According to the coroner, her official cause of death was determined to be post-partum eclampsia, a disease that many doctors refuse to acknowledge as real.
God Bless you, Todd.
Posted On Monday, January 10, 2011 by Jamie
Todd:Â I just your story andÂ I know there are no words that can make it better.Â I am so sorry for the loss ofÂ your great love and mother to your babies.Â Preeclampia is such an evil disease, and unfortunately grabs us at our most vulnerable time.Â My husband and I had to deliver our first son when I was 22 weeks along.Â While our story is different, this disease does bind us all-- survivors and families together.Â You aren't alone.Â It will get better.Â God bless you and your babies.
Posted On Saturday, January 15, 2011 by Kristina
Iam so sorry for you Loss, I don't think I can say anything better then what Jamie had said!
In Our Prayers
Posted On Sunday, January 16, 2011 by Ashley
I had a very similar experience, and I just wanted to let you know I am thinking about you.Â I am so sorry for your loss.
Posted On Wednesday, January 19, 2011 by
My daughter passed away August 29, 2009 from severe hellp & dic. 47 days after having a beautiful lil girl. I am so sorry for the loss of your wife. Love & cherish your baby with all your heart. He is a part of your wife, just like my beautiful granddaughter is a part of my daughter.
Posted On Monday, January 31, 2011 by Beverley
My deepest sympathy....
Posted On Friday, February 11, 2011 by Mindy
Todd, thank you for sharing your story and my heart goes out to you and your family.
Posted On Wednesday, March 23, 2011 by Janna
Did they say anything about Amniotic fluid embolism? It is a very rare disease where you are basically allergic to the amneotic fluid from your baby and if any somehow gets into your blood stream will cause the same symptoms your wife experienced. You basically have a type of anaphylactic shock and can't breathe. It also causes high bp. It is very rare. 1 out of 8,000-30,000 pregnancies. It is hard when you lose someone you love so dearly. I am so sorry for your loss. GOD bless you and your family.
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 ...