Posted On Friday, November 01, 2013 by Tricia
What was supposed to be a normal Sunday turned into the worst day of my life. But first, I’ll tell you how my pregnancy was going. I was 20 years old living with my fiance, Dante, at the time. I worked 40 hours a week on my feet most of the time. I started swelling early in my pregnancy and it was summer time so we weren’t that worried then. Come around my 28-32 week mark, I was severely swollen and was gaining a lot of weight. I had asked my doctor to check further into pre-eclampsia but he assured me everything was “normal”. Being a new and young mom I trusted him when I should have trusted my gut.
On Sunday, July 25, 2010 I was just 2 days shy of 32 weeks and I wasn’t feeling “right”. I had an appointment that Tuesday and figured I could wait until then. I was doing my normal Sunday cleaning then an indescribable amount of pain went through my body. My stomach “deflated”, I could feel Noah’s body parts when I ran my hand across, and I was vomiting uncontrollably. I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker. Dante rushed me to the hospital. Once there, while waiting on the doctor to get there, the nurse was trying to find his heartbeat. The pain was so bad I couldn’t let anyone touch me. I started to hemorrhage vaginally and all I could think was “I don’t want to die”. I was taken back for an emergency c-section. When I came out my first words were “Where’s my baby?” I was thinking they were going to tell me he is fine, he looks like his dad, but I heard “We’re sorry Ms. Kline; he didn’t make it.” At that point I didn’t care anymore. It was too late. Just let me die.
I was transferred to ICU at a bigger hospital because my kidneys were failing; I needed platelets and blood transfusions. There, I was diagnosed with pre-eclampsia and HELLP syndrome. I had a placenta abruption which is why I felt the “deflate”.
Since then we had another healthy little boy, Micah. He is our little miracle with a big personality. Luckily, I did not have pre-e with him but my doctor was on top of everything. We had a few scares and with her quick judgment, we had a c-section scheduled just in time for Micah. From the trauma my body went through with the PE, HELLP, and abruption, my body is not capable of carrying another child.
I went though a lot of pain, physically and emotionally and that is why I want to help others. PE is a serious condition and I did not think it would happen to me but it did. I am so blessed to be alive and have a beautiful healthy family. Everything I do for awareness is for Noah and that’s how I keep him with me. Just knowing that I could save the next person is rewarding for me.
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 ...