I will never forget starting
to black out and looking up in my husbands face telling him very calmly
"I am dying". He swears I blacked out, but I remember everything
in that room - I even saw myself getting an ephedrine shot, the concerned
look on everyones face, the machines going off, I recall everything - I felt like I had a choice
to fight and stay - or peacefully drift off into darkness.
Hi, My name is Sam and I am from Orlando.
First, my pregancy began kind of funny because
I was giving false-negative urine tests for the first
eight weeks. I had morning sickness, breast tenderness, etc.
and went to the doctor only to be told I was not pregnant.
At eight weeks I finally had a positive home
I was so excited - I ate healthy, did yoga.
I found a nurse-midwife who worked under the supervision of a physician.
Around the seventh month I started to
get puffy - it was 95 degrees in Orlando and I was still working
so I attributed the swelling to the heat.
At the beginning of my eighth month I started
feeling "funny". I was having headaches and fuzziness - not
thinking clearly. My nose would bleed to the point that I would
cough blood. My gums bled at the slightest brushing.
My BP became slightly elevated. Then one night,
seven weeks before my due date, I woke around 1am with
terrible pain in my chest. I thought that I was having a heart attack
or contractions - I took a warm shower, rocked in a chair, talked to the
baby and paced for two hours until I could barely stand the pain - I crawled into the bedroom
to wake my husband who rushed me to the hospital - I was practically hunched
on the floor of the passenger seat because the pain was so bad.
We were admitted to L&D through the ER
and I was placed on a machine to measure the contractions. My BP
was 140/70. I only had two contractions until the morning
when my doctor arrived. He told me that "the baby was growing" and
I would be feeling uncomfortable. I told him how terrible I
felt and that I did not want to back to work. He ordered 1 day of
bedrest!!! And sent me home with no lab work.
The next night the pain haunted me again -
but, I didn't want to be a big baby and go back to the hospital to be told
I was a wimp. I cried all night long. The next day I
was fine and was scared to death of nightfall for fear of the stabbing
pain returning in my upper abdomen.
Around 1am I was awoken and did all I could
to stop from screaming "Get me to the hospital - something is wrong".
I would try to be so quiet and considerate because my husband had to work - but he woke to my sobs
and rushed me to the hospital again. This time I was panting because
I couldn't take a deep breath because of the pain.
The doctor came the next morning - he told
me I probably had indigestion. His orders were plenty
of fluids and 1 day of bedrest and 2 days off of work (I am in outside
sales!). I told him that I didn't feel well enough to go back to
work - he blew me off.
The pains came and went over the next 3 weeks
- there were many nights where I lay writhing in pain. Finally, at
my eight month checkup (thank the Lord it was the nurse midwife and not
the ignorant physician) - my eyes were starting to look yellow, and
I had so much fluid retention I could barely put on shoes.
My BP was 146/90. I was rushed to the hospital
where a sonogram was taken to see if the babies lungs
were functioning. It was Thursday and I was put on a pit drip and
mag sulphate so I didn't seize as my BP was quickly elevating. My ALT was 92, AST 5.5, WBC
12.5, RBC 4, protime 8.7, fibrinogen 504.
By Friday night I still had not started to
dilate and I was beginning to halucinate. They were placing a medicine
on my cervix to speed up the delivery but it didn't help. Saturday
came and went and I was getting worse - no visitors but my husband in a
dark room. I was so doped up I couldn't even communicate.
Saturday night at midnight - a nurse, was checking
my cervix, when she "accidentally" broke my water. Things progressed
rapidly from there and I was given an epidural. I had a reaction
to the epidural and my blood pressure started dropping from extreme highs
to 70/40 range. The babies heart rate was lost several times and
I thought we were both dying.
I looked in my husbands eyes and felt as if
I was having a direct conversation with God. I was
begging for the my life and the life of my new son. I couldn't
imagine the impact our deaths would have on the rest of Torreys life.
Two hours later, with the OR standing by for
an emergency C, Chase Jonathan Boomer came into this world naturally weighing
6Ibs. He wasn't crying, nor was he a pretty pink - he had the
cord wrapped tightly around his neck and was a blue purple color.
They pediatric team quickly got him up to speed and handed him to his proud daddy, who
then brought him over to me. I must add that I have no recollection
of the delivery or anything thereafter.
My BP didn't drop - even after a complete day
of rest. On Sunday evening, Torrey had greeted all the well
wishers and taken them over to the nursery to see our healthy son.
I was still not allowed visitors except for immediate family.
I remember about 12 hours after the birth asking my mother if I was supposed to bleed this much.
I was soaking towels every 15 minutes.
They said it was fine and my husband was told
to go home and get sleep - he had been there for four days. He went
home not realizing the ordeal was not over.
Sunday night was hell! I bled all night
long - I was exhausted from the delivery and here I was about to bleed
to death. My uterus had not clamped as it was supposed so there was
awful clotting and cramping. I was also having terrible bleeding
from my nose. I was afraid to go to sleep for fear that I would bleed
to death. I was massaged and pummeled all night long with high doses of pit to stop the bleeding.
Thank God it worked!
Chase is now nearly 2 - he is doing great.
It took me a year to feel myself again. I suffered from
panic attacks, depression, and terrible joint pain problems. I was
never diagnosed and did not know what was wrong with me until I found this
I am now pregnant and suffering from terrible
anxiety. My urine test was negative, but the pregnancy was just confirmed
with blood work. I have a high risk physician - but, my question
is are they educated on this disorder?
I still feel alot of anger towards the physician
who neglected this serious condition and made me feel like a complainer.
At the hospital he admitted to me that I was the worst case of toxemia
he had in 16 years. Thanks, Doc!
Thank you for making me feel like I am not
alone. I wish I would have found this site two years ago!
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