Toxemia
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We Made it through the rain

kenny and sarahThroughout my first pregnancy my obstetrician called me “the girl with the little black rain cloud,” I had no idea just how dark and stormy that cloud would get.

Every time, I walked up the 3 flights of stairs to my apartment with my husband after work, blah vomit, vomit, vomit everywhere and my sweet husband would run to clean it up. That lasted 2 months… Minus 15 pounds…Then I started experiencing gallbladder attacks on a weekly basis… Then, my blood pressure started creeping up… Then my car was plowed into by a crazy driver who was speeding through a red light… Each one of these instances has a story… tears… and a number of days in the hospital… until… it happened… the large amounts of protein in my urine… that was it… that was my admission at 29 weeks gestation for the remainder of my pregnancy to the hospital… Preeclampsia/Toxemia..

I wasn’t ready for this… I had only been to 1lamaze class… I had no idea how to “breathe”… I didn’t have any of my baby stuff picked out… No bassinette… No clothes… no diapers…. Nothing…

My days were filled with nothing but bed rest, blood tests, stress tests, weigh-ins, blood pressure checks and mainly resting on my left side.. The highlight of my day was getting up for a daily shower, which was a big deal, all I thought about was my unborn baby and how she was doing? How was she handling the stress of what this pregnancy was doing to me?

Well that rain cloud finally gave way when my water broke at 34 weeks on a very hot July afternoon, not that I would know how hot it was other then my husband and everyone telling me. I was shocked when I felt the warm gush run down my legs… I thought “nooo” this can’t possibly be happening! But it was… It was so bad inside for my little baby that she was ready to fight with everything she had and come out into the world…

Thank god my husband was there… he ran out to get the bandwagon which would be with me nonstop for the next 36 hours of pure “hell!” Ohhh why did that darn raincloud have to sit on top of my head? But there was nothing I could do now except keep on going forward through what I should call one of the biggest storms of my life…

Birth is not a pretty thing… especially when your blood pressure is 190/220… Nurses… Doctors… blood tests… monitors… IV’s… and then there was “nothing,” pain yes, but my body was just not cooperating… I was only dilated 2 centimeters… So, next came the Pitocin…20 hours….. And still only dilated a small percentage… ice chips… pain… and then….

My blood pressure decided to rise higher and I did not feel “right”… something was “wrong” very wrong… more doctors… more blood tests… more testing… and now a new medicine… Magnesium Sulfate…. And then wham my blood pressure plummeted the other way… and that was it…

36 and a half hours into this and it was time to get this baby out… 15 minutes… they moved my bed at the speed of light from one room to the Operating Room, up went the sheet on top of my stomach, I couldn’t see anything… my poor husband sat next to my head and was ghost white… I was scared… He was scared… What was happening to our poor little baby? All I kept hearing was we have got 15 minutes to get this baby out..

The room had at least 20 people in it…it was a sea of blue scrubs, on heads, feet, bodies…

I felt a pull… a pinch… a stab… and I could hear voices that seemed to be in the distance… although I was right there… somewhat there… in and out… I heard them say they had “her” out…

And then another slew of fuzzy blue scrubbed bodies ran in and grabbed “her”… I heard nothing… No cry…. No cry??? Isn’t the baby supposed to cry??? They strapped her to a board and whisked her off to the NICU…

And I fell into a deep sleep…

She was tiny… 4lbs 16oz… blue… 0 Apgar scores… she was whisked in an incubator… ventilated.. and resuscitated… I never saw her like that..

The Neonatologists’ came in and told my husband that she would most likely be deaf, blind, retarded and never be able to survive on her own…

And then I woke up… where was my baby?

By the grace of god… at 24 hours they pulled her off the ventilator and resuscitator and she was breathing on her own… she did it… she beat the odds of that dark dark storm… and her little rainbow came shining through…