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Post On Thursday, July 07, 2016 By Kimberly
It all started when I found out I was pregnant with difficulties. When I found out I was pregnant things turned badly, my baby was small and not growing like a normal baby should to my baby possibly have down syndrome. Things turned better but my little bean still was small but didn't have DS. I was just 22 weeks along when I realized my feet got swollen, blurry vision, and having bad headaches.
I thought nothing of it and told myself, I'm fine. With my first I didn't have any complications she's ten years old now. I was sixteen when I had my first, I'm now twenty seven years old. I kept going on with my life happily being pregnant with number two. I made it to twenty three weeks! I thought I'd make it. My headaches didn't come and go, and my feet from the swelling was going down, I was wrong.
My husband and I was headed somewhere in his car and I was leaning on the door feeling really tired. I all of a sudden seen black as I quickly passed out and in seconds, woke up again, I knew that was strange. As stubborn as I was, I wasn't ready to deliver my baby, they told me they may have to have an emergency birth. I was fine I kept telling myself over and over again. I kept passing out, headaches returned, I felt tired all the time, I had enough!
I spent the night at my mother's house for a night to spend time with her and my daughter. My daughter lives with my mom to who has "temporary custody" to keep my ex (my daughter's biological father) from getting her. I stayed up and from around two o' clock in the morning, I fell asleep thinking about my baby and how I'm excited to meet my little bean!
The day before my husband said he was going to pick me up the next day. Also to remind you, my husband and I wanted to know the gender of our little bean but it wouldn't cooperate. I also had bad cramps (felt like contractions) while getting a sonogram before this story happened. Sonogram and staying at my mother's house happened a few weeks apart.
Back to the story, shall we? I stayed at mymother's house falling asleep comfortable on the couch then... I suddenly woke up! Felt like something was telling me to wake up and go to the bathroom. I quickly ran into the bathroom and looked in my panties and seen blood, I knew this wasn't normal being 23 weeks.
I quickly ran upstairs to tell my mom I was spotting. I finally got ahold of my brother's girlfriend who rushed me to the hospital. She dropped me off being all alone, I had to do this on my own. I am independent I told myself. I went to the front desk to tell the man sitting at the front desk of the emergency room I was bleeding and I'm 23 weeks along. By the look on his face, he knew it's an emergency birth.
I was sent into a birthing room where I waited for 3 hours to get checked out by nurses. They panicked and put towels on the side of the railing saying I could have a seizure because of the medication they gave me. They waited for a few minutes but felt like a century and I didn't have a seizure, but kept the towels on the railing just in case.
It was now morning with the sun shining bright. My first cousin was the first one to show up at my hospital room. I told her I've been trying to get ahold of my husband and being frightened what was going to happen to me. I was able to post on Facebook I am in the hospital and my sister-in-law was able to find my husband and wake him up. He finally showed upa few minutes after the nurse said I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas to deliver.
I was beyond relieved to see my husband. He was the only one who could comfort me. Long story short, we waited for a few hours for the ambulance to show up and they kept watching me just in cause I have a seizure. I made it to Kansas City, Kansas to deliver a 1lb 1oz 13inch baby boy born on May 11th, 2016 at 3:14 PM.
My little bean who I have waited for didn't make it. They had to do a viginally birth to save my life and my little boy who didn't make it. He wa s a preemie baby and his heart and lungs wasn't fully developed. We named him Vincent Anthony. Vincent being my husband's step dad's name and Anthony after my husband's first name.
I still get depressed and think about Vince. He's in heaven in a better place. My husband and I wish to have another little one and we are keeping positive in a year, we'll have a healthy future baby. I am a preeclampsia survivor and had hypertension. If you have any of symptoms swollen feet or face, headaches, fatigue, don't wait. Go to the nearest hospital as soon as possible! It could save yours and your baby's life.
RIP Vincent Anthony
Mommy and Daddy loves you and misses you.
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