I had already been having major complications that my high risk doctor was having a hard time to figure out the causes of. They had told me in the first 15 weeks that my son only had a 3% chance of survival and suggested I have a late term abortion which I refused. I was depressed, had no appetite, and was on bed rest with a heart monitor. I was a wreck and I was terrified.
I had complications from the start. Neither myself or my baby were gaining weight, his heart beat was weak and I was taken off work and put on bed rest with a 10 day heart monitor at 15 weeks as well as being told by my team of doctors that my baby had a 3% chance of survival and suggested I have an abortion. I refused to take their advice, I had already lost a baby and was not going to give up on one, I felt I had to give him as much of a fighting chance as possible.
On March 7th I went to the hospital for an ultrasound, my doctor walked out of the room after making some rather disturbing noises while performing my ultrasound. When he came back he had some interns with him and handed me a mint and pillow to welcome me to the hospital. That was his way of telling me I wasn't going home that day. That night a nurse in training was drawing my blood for testing and drew too much, they decided to use the extra vile to test me for the HELLP syndrome, and as it turned out, I not only had HELLP but I was on the verge of dying.
At 10am the morning of March 8, 2013 about 7 doctors came into my room and told myself and my boyfriend at the time that my liver and kidneys had shut down, I was already showing signs of jaundice and the baby was fading. They told me if they did not do an emergency C-section that they would lose both my baby and myself. They had to move so quickly that they didn't have time to give me anything to make me numb, meaning I felt the entire thing. I was moving my feet, crying, and throwing up. Andrew- my boyfriend made it into the room just after they started, none of my family had made it to the hospital yet.
At 10:24 am my son came into the world. He had his umbilical cord wrapped tightly around his neck three times. He weighed 1 pound and 9 ounces and was 13 centimeters long. He was the tiniest thing I had ever seen. They didn't even let me see him before taking him into another room. I was immediately sent into recovery without knowing if my son was alive."