My first pregnancy was fine, all things were going well, my bump wasn't huge but
My first pregnancy was fine, all things were going well, my bump wasn't huge but I was a big girl myself so maybe it just didn't look big. I had slight morning sickness at the start of the pregnancy, but that was all, and or course my hands and feet swelled up, but that was all part of the "fun" wasn't it?!
At 32wks I went for my regular checkups with my midwife at the doctors surgery. Armed with my urine sample I saw her, had a quick check, said I was feeling fine etc.. then she took my blood pressure. Apparently it was rather high so she asked if maybe I had rushed to get to the appt, and would I just sit for a short while and then she would take it again. It didn't get any lower and she suggested that maybe I should go to the hosp' so they could check things out.
Being rather naive I got my diary out as I was sure she meant in a weeks time or so, but she actually mean to go to the hosp' right then!! I got there and was monitored for blood pressure and foetal movements. Well the fact is that I had never had movements; never seen an elbow or foot like other women do, but that wasn't a worry for me as I knew no different. The blood pressure stayed up and there was also protein in my urine.
I was kept in hospital for 2 weeks, which all seemed a bit strange as I felt SO well. My blood pressure went up in the evenings and while I slept, so I was given medication to bring it down.
At 34wks after a Doppler scan it was decided that the baby should be delivered by c/section as it was no longer benefiting from being in the womb.
Mollie Elizabeth was born on April 28th 1998, weighing 4lbs2oz. I was allowed to see her for a second then she was taken to the Baby Unit, closely followed by my husband.
She was fed through a tube and was given mothers milk to help her grow. Slowly the amount of food went up and the number of tubes went down.
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 ...