Well, we go to room, the doctor measures my uterus and it is still measuring a little small, but much closer to where it needs to be. Well, the doctor looks at my chart and is very concerned about my weight, so he starts to check my ankles and confirms that my weight gain is water weight. He checks my blood pressure, my blood pressure is SKY ROCKETED. I have never had high blood pressure is the 7 and a half months I've been pregnant, so he is alarmed by this and wants me back Monday to keep a close eye on my blood pressure and for a growth ultrasound.
Kyle (my husband) and I leave, go home, make lunch and I get ready for work. Work is, well of course work, and I get to go home around 9:30. I come home from work, play on the computer a little, and around 10:30 by chest starts to hurt. I figured that I may actually be having heartburn, so I tell Kyle good night, and go upstairs just to lay down and relax a little bit. Well, my stomach started to kill me, but it seemed to be just the way Kyleigh was moving around. Kyle comes upstairs around 11:30, because by then I am bawling my eyes out and tries to get me to go to the hospital. I told him that was a silly idea, and that the baby was just being "mean to mommy".
A few more hours go by of me in tears and he finally (literally) picks me up out of bed, tells me to put some clothes on, and we head to the ER. We arrived at the hospital just before 2:30 in the morning, and the ER receptionist asks me if I having labor pains... I just looked at him and said I don't even know what labor pains feel like. This is my first pregnancy, all I know is I hurt, and I I feel like I am having a heart attack.. not that I have had one before lol. Well he sends me upstairs to labor and delivery and they hook me up to a few monitors. One for Kyleigh's heartbeat, and one for contractions. They take my blood pressure, see that it is extremely high, and hook me up to a blood pressure monitor. The nurse comes in and does a cervix check. Holy crap I am 2cm dilated. WOW. And I am even having contractions. But the contractions aren't bad enough where they should be hurting me, so they run some blood work.
We are explained everything that is going on. The process of the induction, (no epidural because with the HELLP I may not clot and that would be dangerous), the risk of having a seizure, (because of the hellp )and what IV medications would be given to me. We were also explained the risk of having the baby so early, but were also told that by this point, the baby was better out then in.7:30 we are taken into the delivery room and given the pitocin.
I was told to rest but my mind was spinning, so resting was not on the top of my list. At 9:30 the doctor comes in to break my water. So far everything was great. Not feeling my contractions at all, Kyle and I were watching TV and trying to make phone calls to keep everyone updated. 11:30 comes around and I am go through the 8-9cm transition and I am getting so irritated (not in pain but angry). I had the urge to push, and of course I couldn't, and it was sooo aggravating. One o clock finally comes and so does my 10cm. WHOOO HOOO. I can now push. And pushing I did for about one hour (didn't seem that long though). I ended up telling the nurses through one contraction... it started and I sat up to push, and laid right back down and said I don't want to push through this one, I just want to go to sleep. Every time Kyleigh's head would start to come out, my three pushes would be done with so she would go right back down (think ground hog affect). Finally I looked at Kyle and said I am just going to push, I sat up, the nurse told me to wait for a contraction, and I said nope, I just want to do this. 5 pushes, and here comes the baby girl. What happened next doesn't even seem real.
(Kyleigh's Story) They hold up the baby and sit her on me. She is purple and blue in skin color, and doesn't make a noise but what sounded like a hiccup. Kyle cuts the cord, the nurses clean her off, give her to me for what felt like a second, and off she goes to the nursery. Kyle and I eat lunch, they take us to our room, and then nurse after nurse started coming in explaining to us what was going on with our little girl. They started throwing around words and phrases like "oxygen, and having difficulty breathing," and Kyle and I are shocked. Seven hours after I give birth to our little angel, we are finally allowed to go in the NICU and I don't think we were prepared for what we were about to see. Here is our daughter with monitors, wires, an oxygen tube running to her and heating blankets, just laying there. We couldn't even touch her. As a mom I can honestly say that was the hardest thing in the world... seeing someone you love and knowing that there is nothing you can do about it.
It was a week full of highs and lows... more downs then ups, definitely. Kyleigh was hooked up to so many monitors, IVS, medications; we could barely even see her little body. There were restricted times we could visit yet alone hold her/touch her anything. It was a nightmare. Her lungs were so underdeveloped, she couldn't eat, by not eating she was losing weight, and she was so little she couldn't keep up her body temperature. And surprisingly, the delivery of my baby did not make my blood pressure return to normal, I am thankful I was lucky enough to not have any transfusions (it was mentioned handfuls of times, but it seemed right after it was mentioned my blood pressure would 'calm down' a bit) but I was given IV after IV of medications, put on bed rest, the nurses watched me like a hawk. It was a terrifying week, but seeing my little girl fight gave me the strength to fight as well. We were both released after 8 long days in the hospital. Today, she is an AMAZING and healthy 5 year old.
It happened out of nowhere. I was 34 weeks pregnant when the diagnosis came. Never had heard of HELLP prior to that.