I vomited throughout my entire pregnancy, it would happen anytime during the day. When I was around 7 months, I thought I was having contractions but my OB said it was Braxton-Hicks. About week 38, I had to stop working due to constantly being sick and not able to sleep. I was an emotional wreck the day I called my regional director to let her know I needed to start my maternity leave. Going into week 39-40, I was having what I thought were contractions, but there was no ebb and flow of the pain, and I even told my doctor I couldn't time my contractions because it just hurt all the time! I had severe pain in my upper right shoulder, nose bleeds, headaches, no sleep and just felt plain horrible all the time.
The OB came in, and the plan was to try and induce me with Pitosin. I slowly went down hill over night, my urine eventually became the color of coffee. I don't remember too much after that because I must have checked out mentally, my husband said the OB came in that morning to break my water to try and get me to dilate past a 2. It never happened, and at this point the decision was made for me to have an emergency c-section. I do remember feeling them take her out, and my husband said I came up off the operating table screaming.
So, on April 2 my daughter was born at a "whopping" 5 lbs! I had two IV lines in, and every few hours two nurses would come in to take my blood to test my liver and kidney. Two nurses because my veins kept rolling, and they each got so many tries with getting my vein. My epidural catheter was kept in for 2 days due to the fear I would bleed out if they removed it. I was finally able to hold and see my daughter by the next day, and started asking the nurse questions about why they kept moving me from room to room. She asked if I knew what had happened to me, and went on to say that I had the whole hospital worried, and if I had waited one more day to go the doctor, neither my daughter or I would have made it. I was in complete liver and kidney failure by time I was admitted into the hospital. The contractions I thought I was having was actually my liver.
My daughter is now 6, and even today I still get angry thinking about how if my OB had just listened to my complaints and symptoms starting at month 7, I might not have had the same horrible experience. I never received an apology for her lack of care, nor any answers why this wasn't diagnosed sooner. I wanted more children, but my husband fears this will happen again and next time we won't be as lucky.