"My name is Mallory and my husband, Eric, and I live in Des Moines, Iowa. When I was 20 years old, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). I always knew I would have trouble getting pregnant, but we didn't and were happy that our pregnancy was going just as planned......... until it wasn't."
Then on Wednesday, August 8th, 2012, I went in for a regular appointment. My blood pressure was high and I guess there was a lot of protein in my urine. This time I was already at the hospital, so they wheeled me to L&D. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, because my blood pressure would go down and we'd head home. But it wouldn't go down! And my protein was significantly higher than when they did the 24 hour urine catch. When the nurse came in to tell me that I was getting a set of two steroid shots to help with the baby’s brain and lung development, I knew things were real. This was only the second appointment my mom came to, instead of my husband. So I called my husband and said it was time that he came to the hospital. They finally decided to admit me and do another 24 hour urine catch. The next day, a volunteer came in for moms on bed rest - this was news to me! I thought I would be going home after my urine test. But no, I was there to stay. After my urine test came back on Friday, my levels were getting worse. The perinatologist informed me that I had preeclampsia, but we could keep an eye on it, and she wanted to do another catch on Saturday morning to Sunday. If my levels went down or stayed the same, they would send me home!
After a lot of drama/stress from my nurses, I started having delirious dreams around 2:30 a.m. on Saturday (the 11th) morning. I only had those types of dreams when I had the flu! I called in the nurse and let her know that something was off. She put the contraction and blood pressure monitor on me. I knew I wasn't having contractions, but I knew something was wrong. She just wouldn’t listen to me, especially because I didn’t know exactly what was wrong. About an hour later, I started having sharp pains under BOTH of my ribs, all across the top of my abdomen. I let her know about this, so she checked for contractions again... but I couldn't lay still because I was in so much pain. She refused to listen to me when I told her I wasn't having contractions.
Finally, I had my husband call my mom around 4:00 a.m. to come to the hospital (she's kind of strong-willed when needed, so I knew she'd lay into the nurse). Once my mom got there, I started walking the halls because that was the only thing that made me feel a little bit better. The doctor decided they would wait until 6:00 a.m. when the pathology labs opened to do blood work. It was the longest two hours of my life. After they took some blood, I started vomiting. The pain was getting so bad, that I was threatening to jump out the window. And I was serious! Eventually, they started me on a morphine drip. This helped me pass out, but every 15 minutes I would wake up in pain and vomit. Everything from this point on is very blurry and I don't remember most of it. I do remember the high risk OB coming in and telling me that "We're going to be having this baby today", then feeling the tears run down my cheeks. My mom asking "This afternoon or this evening?" and the doctor responded "No, right now." I don’t remember being wheeled out of the room, but my mom told me I looked at her and said “She better have hair!”
Once in the operating room, I remember getting a shot in my back, getting really really cold (and complaining about it to Eric), and within moments, feeling completely awake. The doctor said "Do you feel better?", "Yes, I do! What did you do?" "We just took your daughter out" I could hear her crying and then I remember some talk about my daughter pooping. At that point, they couldn’t get me to stop talking and I barely noticed what was going on with our new baby! Nellie Alyse was born at 11:43 a.m. at 2 lbs 13.5 oz."