my preeclampsia story

Post On Thursday, April 14, 2016 By Marie

my preeclampsia story

I was nesting. I was cleaning every square inch of where we were going to live.  I was 30 weeks along.  I thought to myself I’d pack a bag for the hospital. Then “No, that is crazy. I still have so much time.”  Little did I know that I did not….A few days after as I walked to the bathroom I felt something and then there was blood.  I screamed for my mom, although, it felt like I didn’t scream at all—it felt like my voice didn’t sound like anything.  We called the hospital.  I walked straight out the door and into the car I did not want to wait for a call back from the doctor.  

We arrived in the emergency room - they immediately called for a wheel chair - another woman also pregnant, let me go first, even though I didn’t want to, she said she’s had this before and that I should go.

They gave me a cup and asked me to go to the bathroom.  “Are you serious?”  I looked at them as blood was pooling on the floor.

They began to take my blood pressure, ultra sounds, tests.   I would be staying the night. My mother went to run home to get me some things.  Within five minutes of her leaving I had to call her to inform her to meet me at another hospital.  

I had preeclampsia.  

We were a few weeks too early for this hospital to help me and my baby.

The doctor told me she was going to give me something that made me feel really bad and I was going to need to suck it up - Magnesium.

Immediately they rushed me away on a stretcher, put me in the elevator with the ambulance drivers and a nurse who was going to come with me for the ride.  I said,

I was extremely hot and although the ambulance drive offered AC, the nurse informed him that was not going to help in my condition.

In ambulance, my contractions seemed to be growing in both pain and shortness of time.  She asked the ambulance drivers if there was a labor kit on board.  I stated that I wouldn’t have the baby in the ambulance.  I needed my mom with me.  She said that if the baby was ready to come, the baby would come.

We made it to the hospital.  They rushed me in, the ambulance driver looked at me, like he was sad, and told me good luck. They did the same tests, the same poking and prodding. They began to give me steroids to grow the baby’s lungs. They began to give me something to make me continue to contract, since my contractions had stopped.  I was here for almost 48 hours, in this state of receiving the medication to make me contract and the medication to grow and support his lungs.  

I remember being nice to people, in my head at least, thanking them for everything, and being kind.  My family, especially my mother, remembers quite the opposite.  Throwing the remote, throwing off wet towels that turned to fire as soon as I put them on my body.  They kept giving me this medicine and I began to cry, “How do you expect me to push this baby out?”  I felt like giving up, but I knew that I could never give up because there was someone inside of me that I had to fight for who I knew was still fighting for me. The doctor kept coming in and asking if I was hungry, no, I wasn’t hungry, I just wanted water.  

I couldn’t even be happy about eating. I hardly felt like I was functioning at all. But I never questioned if I might die.  I never questioned if my son might die either.

Shortly after being fed I found out that Baby Colter was now struggling inside of me.  They told me it was time for a c-section.  2:15 AM on June 2, 2011. I was on the operating table.  She told me congratulations and put the band around my hand.  I said, “he’s out?”  The nurse replied that he was, and I tried getting up from the table, I looked at the nurse and I took the oxygen out and I began to try to stand up, although they were still operating on me.  I had to be knocked out.  When I came aware, they were wheeling me to recovery, they couldn't make me stop contracting so they had to give me medicine to make me stop which made everything else stop working.  This beautiful, young nurse, my age probably was cleaning me up to my embarrassment.  I was apologizing immensely and she said to stop and that I had to work on moving my legs so that I could go and see my baby.  I finally was able to move my legs, they wheeled me up to see him.  Because of the medications I was still seeing six of everything.  All I wanted to do was touch him and I was afraid to.  At 3lbs 4oz, I finally touched him, he opened his eyes and he looked right at me.  Colter spent a month in the NICU while I spent a week in the hospital after. I will never forget this ordeal, the pain of labor, the pain of watching my baby in the NICU… You should always trust yourself.  If you feel like something is wrong no matter what anyone says you should go and see your doctor. I would never wish preeclampsia upon anyone, not my worst enemy.  

Today, Colter is 4 and a half years old.  He has no issues from the ordeal and is happy, healthy, and smart.  I physically am able to have other children, but I know mentally I will never be able to have another child.  Preeclampsia not only effects your body physically but also your mind. It effects not only you but everyone around you.  If you experience any warning signs you should speak to your doctor immediately.  I hope sharing my story will help others realize this importance. 

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