After reading much of the storys posted, I realize I was truly blessed When I
|After reading much of the storys posted, I realize I was truly blessed! When I was about 7 months pregnant, I started seeing spots or what looked liked fireflies flying around in my eyes. I thought it was strange and told my husband. He of course thought I was silly since I always seemed to worry about every little ache and pain during my pregnancy, so I kind of just forgot about it. That month at my regular checkup the doctor said my blood preasure was elevated a little but he didn't seemed worried. He just asked if I had a high stress job. Being a 1st grade teacher, I immediately replied "YES". He told me I might need to quit, but I didn't know the risk. I'd didn't think I had preeclampsia. I just thought I was stressed. So I continued to work. During my next regular checkup I assumed everything was routine (urine test, blood preasure check, the usually}. When the nurse took my blood pressure, she shook her head and said,"Let me check that again." She again shook her head and told me to go into the exam room and lay on my left side. When the doctor came in he said, "We're admitting you to the hospital." "WHAT!!!" I had no idea what was going on. Everything seemed normal. The nurse then put me into a wheelchair and took me over to the hospital, which is connected to the office building we were in. When I arrived I still had no idea what was going on until later that night when the doctor came to visit. He told me I had protein in my urine and my blood pressure was elevated and that he wanted me on bed rest where they could keep a closer eye on me. He still didn't seem concerned so I assumed everything was okay. During my stay I shocked the doctors because my baby was really large for his gestational age, when most babies of preeclampsia are unusaully small. I was on bedrest at the hospital for 1 1/2 weeks and I begged my doctor to let me go home for Thanksgiving(still not knowing the dangers of this disease) and he let me only if I promised to stay on bedrest at home. I agreed and went home. A week or so passed and I just started to feel funny. I was dizzy and felt weird. The next day I went to the doctor for the symptoms and they decided since I was 37 weeks just to "solve the problem" and induce me. During my labor my blood pressure stayed under control. I ended up having a C-cection for failure to progress. My baby was perfectly healthy, weighing 8lbs 3.4oz. It wasn't until I arrived home with my newborn, I started researching this illness. I then realized how severe it was and that I could have lost my life and my baby's. I realize now how stupid I was and that the doctors and nurses remained calm throughout this ordeal so that I wouldn't freak out. I later found out the nurse that took my blood pressure all those times lost her baby to preeclampsia. God was truly with us.|
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...