My story starts around August 2010, I began to swell a ridiculous amount between my doctor appointments. My doctor wasn't concerned at the time, so I continued my daily activities. Then 34th week of my pregnancy happened. My doctor was going out of town for the next two weeks, so he scheduled my visit with a different OB doctor in the clinic. I had my first appointment with her at 34 weeks and she told me I had protein in my urine, my blood pressure increased since the last appointment, and I was pitting extremely bad. At this time I didn't think much of anything since this was my first child and I was only 22 years old. I definitely thought all of these symptoms were "normal."
So with me being single, my dad took me to my appointment to see my doctor. Did I have my bag packed? No way. We get to his office and I had to do the routine urine analysis again, awesome! The doctor then takes my blood pressure and it was 180/100. He then proceeds to tell me, that I've got to get right over to labor and delivery due to my symptoms are getting worse. Was HELLP ever mentioned? Unfortunately no! Once my doctor told me I had to get right to labor and delivery I began to bawl. I'm 22 years old, single, and with my dad. Am I ready to deliver my precious baby? Not yet, I thought I still had another month of pregnancy!
Once I arrived at labor and delivery I was given something to make my cervix soften and it was suppose two be implemented in my cervix for 12 hours. Those 12 hours were not terrible, but I was given a cathader in my bladder, so the doctor could monitor my urine as well as my blood was drawn every hour for the next 48 hours. It was time to remove the cervix softner and I was then starting the Pitocin drip to hopefully progress labor. I was immediately given an epidural due to how high my blood pressure was the doctor didn't want me to feel any pain, or prevent as much as possible. The night went pretty smooth, well as smooth as it could go. It then hit 8:00 am and my doctor wanted to break my water to see if my labor would progress further. I was only dilated at 2 cm, still. My doctor ruptured my water and I almost passed out. I told my doctor, "my head feels like it is going to explode. " Immediately a nurse came in to draw blood and take my blood pressure. My blood pressure shot up to 220/180 and my platelets were at 17. I was immediately rushed into the OR and my son was born on September 29, 2010 at 9:10am. He weighed 5lbs 10 ounces and 17.5 inches long. Austin was perfectly healthy!!
Then started the more bad news, it went one thing after another. It was the day I had Austin and I was only able to see immediate family and Austin's father due to my health. My blood wasn't clotting, so I had two blood Transfusions, my liver and kidneys were about to rupture, so I had to lay flat on my back and I COULDN'T HOLD MY SON! Luckily, my son was able to lay next to me, but I couldn't lift him due to not putting any pressure on my body. Once I had my Transfusions I was still loosing blood and the doctor couldn't figure out how. I was then rushed into a CT scan as well as x-rays (to look at my lungs). Before getting whisked away a nurse came in and started to cry. She told me, "she couldn't understand why everything was happening to such a young fit lady." The doctor also came in and spoke to my parents about how sorry he was that I was going through all of this. He also told my parents," he is going to take the best care of me, bit if she has internal bleeding she will be taken to another hospital, but the baby will stay here ." After hearing all of these words I began to get very nervous. I kept thinking, " there is no way anything can happen, I'm only 22. Why is this happening to me. I want to see/ hold my baby. There IS NO WAY they are taking me somewhere without my son." The results came back and there was no internal bleeding, but I had a big blood clot on my incision. It was also discovered I had fluid in my lungs. After getting back to my room, another doctor came in with a big machine so I could have an EKG done. Apparently the doctor wanted to check my heart, which to this day I'm not entirely sure why that was done. It was discovered my heart was doing great, it was only my other vital organs that weren't working properly.
I had to stay flat on my back with the cathater, epidural, and not being able to hold my son for four days. Once I was able to sit up I never realized how difficult it was going to be again, let alone walk. The best moment was holding my son for four long days with just looking at him. I was released 6 days after having my son. It was the most scariest days of my life, but also the most AMAZING day of my life!
As I already stated my son will be five years old on September 29th. He is currently in school and absolutely loves it! He lights up every day for me and I wouldn't be where I am without him!