My HELLP story starts out similar to many of you! I was diagnosed with HELLP Syndrome at 34 weeks, 2 days. I first heard of HELLP Syndrome the day before I delivered, when the doctor told me he wanted to check my blood and urine. He stated, "I don't think you have HELLP Syndrome, but I would like to check to make sure". I was nauseated throughout my whole pregnancy, often vomited, and was overall pretty miserable (heartburn, carpel tunnel etc.). I work in a school, so on the last day of school (June 10), I attributed my rapid swelling to over-doing it. My main symptoms were liver pain (I thought it was stomach pain) and vomiting.
I went home from work on the last day of school and slept from 4pm-the next morning. When I woke up, I couldn't stop throwing up. I called my husband (he works 24 hour shifts as a Fire Fighter) and he brought me home the basics - 7-up, chicken broth. After 24 hours of throwing up and keeping nothing down, I called my doctor. He asked if I was having pain in my right upper quadrant; however, the pain I was feeling felt more like my mid-upper stomach area, so I said no, and he concluded I might have the flu and it will run it's course.
Wednesday morning, my husband left for work and around 10am my phone rang. I remember almost not answering because I figured it was a reminder call for an upcoming appointment. I decided to answer and it was the doctor who took my blood/urine asking how I was feeling. I told him I felt the same. Then it all gets very fuzzy. He told me I had something called HELLP syndrome and that I needed to immediately go to the hospital to deliver my baby. I called my husband and we drove together. Upon arrival to the hospital, I didn't realize how big of an emergency it was until I saw the team of professionals waiting for our arrival.
The doctor came in and told me I would be having a C-Section in 30 minutes. My world began to spin - we had nothing ready...the baby's room was not painted, we hadn't purchased anything, and we didn't have a name picked out! (We didn't even know if we were having a boy or a girl!!) I was then whisked away to the operating room, where my husband was not allowed. I was put under for the operation and then woke up asking the nurse, "Did we have a boy or a girl?" The nurse told me we had a boy and then I fell back asleep. I woke up again and asked to see my baby. I was highly medicated, so I barely remember reaching in to his incubator to touch his small arm. I was then wheeled to my own room where I remember my family and friends visiting me. I fell asleep again and woke up multiple times as nurses took my blood pressure throughout the day/night. I had a break down the next morning because I didn't even know what my son looked like and I wanted to hold him. After the magnesium sulfate wore off, I was allowed back in the NICU to hold my son - Tate - who was born at 5 lbs 11 oz and 19.5 inches long (HUGE BABY for 6 weeks early!).