My name is Jennifer Jardine and my husband, Will and I are both born and raised in Smyrna Georgia just outside of Atlanta. I attended Auburn University and he attended The University of Mississippi. We have been together for 10 years and have been married for four and a half years. My 30th birthday fell on my first Mother’s day which was so special to me.
"I had suffered a miscarriage in April of 2012 at 9 weeks but in July of 2012 my husband and I found out we were pregnant again and we both were so excited but nervous at the same time. At the time we thought the miscarriage was the worst thing we’ve been through.
I had a normal pregnancy until the last few weeks, the pain started around 33 weeks. I started swelling but it was typical of pregnancy, so my doctors were not concerned. I only gained 20 lbs and my blood pressure was fine at every appointment. The first time I experienced the pain was in the middle of the night. I woke up and thought my son was in my ribs. It felt like he had broken them. I was in awful pain and couldn’t sleep, couldn’t get comfortable, nothing would help the pain. I moved from the bed to the couch, to the chair to the heating pad…nothing. Until around 6 in the morning the paint started easing and I could get some rest before I had to be to work. This pain would strike me every few days. The doctors checked my blood pressure, fine. Urine normal. I am very short wasted so we just thought my son was in my ribs kicking. The next week the pain would happen again, this time I was throwing up and had back pain. The only thing that would help me was to get into a hot shower or bath tub.
My husband spent many nights the last few weeks up all night with me trying to figure out how to help. I started losing weight but again no alarms went off, everything was normal. I was due April 3rd 2013 but the night of March 18th was the worse night. I was throwing up every few hours, could not keep anything down and the pain was AWFUL. We called my doctor the next morning and went in. I didn’t know what they could do for me since this was not the first time this had happened, I just knew I could not wait until the next day for my scheduled 38 week appointment. We did not grab our bags thinking we would be home after the appointment. My blood pressure was high that morning so they took my blood and sent it off to the labs, they gave me some juice since I had thrown everything up and sent me to ultrasound to make sure this pain was not coming from my gallbladder. The ultra sound tech didn’t see anything with my gallbladder but quickly excused herself from the room and brought back my doctor.
They noticed my placenta was shrinking and thought my amniotic fluid was low but wanted me to head to the next building to be examined by another doctor with a different machine. That doctor thought my fluid was fine, told me that they had rushed my blood work and I was not leaving the hospital until those results came back. Five minutes later we were given paperwork and told us that L&D was expecting us. I was told I had toxemia and the only way to stop this pain was to have my baby. My husband texted my parents letting them know it was baby time and when they arrived he left to get our bags. We were told we would be induced. While he was gone the nurses told me my blood work came back and that my platelets were low and that this baby was coming within the hour. Normally I freaked out-where is my epidural? My husband went home to get our bags! What is going on?!?! My doctor (who delivered me and my brother) said they would wait for my husband to get back, but that I needed an emergency c section and would be put to sleep. Since my platelets were low I would not receive an epidural because they were afraid I would bleed out. My husband rushed back and just like that I was taken back to the operating room.
The doctors discharged Liam but were kind enough to let him stay in the hospital with me. After 17 days in the hospital, 6 or so bags of blood transfusions, a couple of platelet transfusions, I finally got to leave! I still have check ups with the lung doctor to monitor the fluid on my lungs and still have some CT and X rays done.
After 10 months my liver is still healing. I was told by my OB and Liver doctor that Liam would be my one and only. It is a constant struggle for me to accept that I cannot carry another child again but we know there are other options and will keep an open mind. I am thankful I have a patient husband, although he doesn’t like to relive what happened he does answer my questions and helps me understand what happened because I do not remember a lot of the process.
I thank my lucky stars every night that I was given a perfect beautiful little boy. Liam is the joy in our lives and I could not do this without my husband and my family. HELLP is a constant reminder and I am glad it only affected me and not Liam."