Ten years ago today The Farmer and I welcomed our first born
child into our lives 4 weeks and 5 days earlier than his due date and were also
introduced to the illness known as HELLP syndrome. You see I had a perfectly healthy pregnancy
until New Year’s Day. I had felt
wonderful and worked on the farm everyday.
I hadn’t even gained an excessive amount of weight which made my doctor
very happy.
New Year’s Day I went to eat Black Eyed Peas with my parents
and grandparents and just didn’t feel right, in fact my toes were tingling at
one point. Even my grandpa commented
that I didn’t look good to my mom. I
checked my blood pressure with my mom’s home monitor and it was 165/85. My mom made me sit in a chair for 20 minutes
and it didn’t get any lower. She sent me
home with The Farmer if I promised to call the doctor if it didn’t go down.
2 hours later I am sitting in the hospital hooked to a blood
pressure monitor that also says my blood
pressure in 165/85. Honestly at this
point in time I was oblivious to the fact that pregnancy can be life
threatening to a mother especially at 34 weeks pregnant (much like the family on the Facebook page Bringing Home the Browns whose hope is to have a new mother wake up). My doctor told me I had preeclampsia (10%
of women get this) and my blood work was OK considering. I did have a lot of protein in my urine (that
is when I realized why they have you pee in a cup at the doctor every time you
visit.) She wanted to keep me overnight
and I had to collect my urine for 24 hours to see exactly how much protein was
leaving my body.
Over the course of the next 5 days, I stayed in the hospital
for several reasons:
1.
We lived 45 minutes from the hospital and she
wanted to monitor my blood pressure hourly.
2.
She wanted to monitor the baby twice a day.
3.
It was snowing A LOT and she didn’t really think
we needed to travel through all that.
4.
And most importantly she herself was a farm girl
and knew if she sent me home I wouldn’t stay on bed rest and she was probably
correct.
5.
They gave 3 steroid injections to help develop
the baby’s lungs since he was DEFINITELY coming early. We all prayed I could make it to 35 weeks and could deliver at the local hospital.
My nurses were all sure I would be transferred to another
hospital. They told me who was
volunteering to be on the transfer team to go with me. They said I was one of the few patients that
wasn’t mad at them or the doctor for being stuck in the hospital. Getting mad wasn’t going to make my blood
pressure so down and besides there was considerable snow on the ground and who
wants to do chores in the snow. J My doctor also told me that I had progressed
to HELLP syndrome which .7% of pregnant women get.
On the morning of January 6, I knew something was had to
change because of the way I felt and the fact that when the nurses changed
shifts ALL of them came in to say Hello or Good bye and see if I needed
anything. My doctor was sure that I
would induce easily as I was already starting to dialate. The lab work showed that my liver and
kidney’s were trying to shut down. I
found out later that blood pressure of 205/105 can cause you to have stroke as
well and I was there.
After 8+ hours of labor and blood work being done what
seemed hourly, my lab work looked considerably worse. My wonderful doctor had just delivered a baby
by caesarean and asked the surgery team to stay for a little while. She was concerned about the lab work and
asked if we wanted to go ahead and have a baby even though some of her
counterparts in Wichita and Kansas City would let me go another 8-12
hours. I looked at her and my husband
and said I wasn’t sure if I would make it another 8 hours. She agreed and took my husband to sign the
paperwork and the anesthesiologist walked in.
I honestly don’t remember for about 2 days from that point.
Mr. D came out screaming and I was told there was a party in
the delivery room. Apparently, preemie
boys do not come out screaming. One of
my friends happened to be my nurse the next day. She told me later that they had to move ICU
staff to my nurse’s station because I wasn’t stable enough to move to ICU-I
didn’t know you could be that sick.
Most of the time a mother’s blood pressure comes down as
soon as the baby is delivered. It took
my body over a week to recover and for my blood pressure to stabilize at a
normal level. In total, I spent 10 days
in the hospital and my doctor would have kept me longer if insurance would have
let her. Mr. D had jaundice and that was
most likely do to the toxins from my body going to him when my liver was trying to shut down.
I felt I needed to share this with you. I know several of my friends have suffered
from HELLP, but they usually had one of the risk factors:
1.
First time mother
2.
Excessive weight gain
3.
Carrying multiples
4.
Teenage mother
5.
Mother over 40
6.
African/American
I only had one of the risk factors which totally confused my
doctor as to why I would get so sick so quickly.
I know a lot of friends that have been put on bed rest and
were sent home. They cleaned the house,
the flower beds, cooked 15 meals, etc.
If a doctor puts you on bed rest, LISTEN…they are ordering it because it
is necessary.
I have friends that were in a coma for 2 weeks because of HELLP and one that spent time on dialysis while her parents and husband tended to her twins until her kidney function returned.
-A Kansas Farm Mom
Thank you Nicole so much for sharing this! I am sure that spreading this post will help another mama out there. Tell the little guy Happy Birthday from MO and that we are very thankful that he and his mama are here. Blessings to You!
ReplyDeleteI really wanted to share our story. If I can help one family understand the seriousness of the "beast", I feel I have done something useful with this blog. Doctor ordered bed rest is not something to avoid.
DeleteI nearly died after having my boys. The first time I was rushed back to the emergency room and it was that close. The second time I had four people fly into the delivery room and work on me. I lost so much blood that they had me lie flat for 18 hours. I actually would start to pass out if I raised my head up just little bit. After the last baby I decided I was done. I was thankful that I was blessed with two(in '92 and in '95).
ReplyDeleteWow Mary! I decided before my second child was born that I was done as well. I felt terrible for the last 6 weeks of the pregnancy and got POST partum preeclampsia. My doctor was so glad that I decided that I was done as she says almost no one has it post partum. She and I agreed that I am just not a healthy pregnant person.
DeleteI am glad everything turned out well for you and your family.
Most young moms don't understand what can go wrong with a pregnancy or delivery.