After losing my first daughter to e.coli at 2-/2, I was desperate to become a
After losing my first daughter to e.coli at 2-/2, I was desperate to become a mother again. I tried IVF, putting in three embryo's because I was told that my chances were not good (less than 10%) To everyone's surprise, I became pregnant with triplets.
I am over 40, in good health, except that I had been depressed and unable to function well since the death of my daughter, and worried that improper nutrition and stress over the wrongful death lawsuit might affect the babies.
At 21 weeks, I was diagnosed with preeclamsia and told by my perinatologist that I would not deliver live babies. I stayed in bed, and was monitored for my high blood pressure, low blood platelets, and proteinuria although I felt fine. I had not gained much weight, and one of the babies was not growing well. I underwent an amnio to see if the third baby had trisomme, but she did not, and appeared to be fine except for the small size.
At 27 weeks, she died.
At 28 weeks, I delivered two baby girls b emergency c-section, both under lbs. Although my perinatologist told me that I was in denial, and as soon as the babies were born, I would feel so much better, this never happened. For me, preeclampsia was a silent disease, only showing up through blood and urine tests and high blood pressure.
With so little information available about eclampsia, I was happy to find this website and that I was not alone. I mourn for my two daughters, Brooke who would be four and a big sister now, and for Hayley, my little one whom I never saw. My "twins" are six months old now, and doing well, although they are IUGR and still at the bottom of the chart for weight and height.
I long to have one more baby, feeling as though something is still missing in my life, but I worry about the chance of developing preeclampsia again (not for myself, but for my unborn child) and feel such guilt over the difficult fight my two little girls had to go through in their 3 month hospital stay.
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 ...