I was a 30 year old, average size woman pregnant with
my first child, and I was having a perfectly normal
pregnancy or so I thought.
At my seventh month visit,
my doctor was a little concerned with my blood
pressure. It seemed to be a little elevated for me. My
doctor told me he was concerned about preeclampsia. He
asked me to get bed rest several times a day and be
followed up weekly.
The next week my blood pressure was
back to normal and I didn't have any protein in my
urine. My husband and I began to feel more comfortable.
Then I slowly started to decline, but I wasn't able to
piece it all together.
Suddenly on June 3 (I was due
July 15), I just felt miserable. I was exhausted and the
lower left side of my back ached. The only thing that
made me feel better was lying down. I also began to
become nauseated, but only a little bit.
I had heard of
women becoming fatigued and nauseated at the end of the
pregnancy so I figured it was that. I mentioned the
fatigue to my doctor. He was concerned but couldn't put
a finger on my problem. I limped through the last week
of school (I'm a teacher).
My mom helped me put the
nursery together. Actually she did it while I sat in a
chair I was that exhausted. I discovered I was drinking
massive quantities of fluid. I would drink close to 150
ounces of fluid a day and I was going to the bathroom a
lot as a result. I still thought this was typical.
A week later I started vomiting. At first I thought it
was because I had choked while drinking water. But then
I would vomit spontaneously once or twice a day. At the
urging of my mother I called my doctor on a Tuesday.
He asked me to come right in. I should have known
something was up when he didn't even let me take a seat
in the waiting room, but he didn't want to alarm me. He
checked me and discovered protein in the urine for the
first time. He sent me to the hospital for blood work
and within two hours of getting to his office discovered
that I had HELLP syndrome and would be delivering my
baby at 35 weeks.
My doctor stripped my cervix, started me on magnesium
and pitocin to induce labor. Fortunately, I had only a
4 and a half hour labor and delivery. The entire time
was becoming fuzzier and fuzzier.
I deliverd a
beautiful, healthy boy 7lb 3 oz. (small blessings for
delivering early), but I don't remember the last part or
holding him for the first time.
I was kept in labor and
delivery for the next forty-eight hours and don't
remember most of that time. I never really held my son
until he was two days old. They started pumping my
breasts but my milk never really came in.
While I am grateful for a healthy boy, I never imagined things
would be like that. It made me very aware of not only
the fragility of my son's life, but also my own.