The birth of your first born is the
greatest day of your life! Several hours of labor with your frantic
and nervous husband by your side, maybe holding your hand or your
leg, dabbing your brow, some pushing, and then the ultimate
experience of holding and cuddling your newborn for the first time.
It's so amazing, gazing at your new born as the oxytocin is released
in your brain, and you form a bond with that child that will last
beyond a lifetime. Well, what if this isn't what happens? What if
everything that you visioned for the birth of your first child is not
reality?
The worst day of my life, by far, is
the day that my first, Charden, was born. I remember the day with
sadness, a sinking feeling inside, and some guilt (oh, and a ton of
pain). It had been a normal pregnancy up until 29 weeks. I had gained
a lot of weight (60 or so pounds), but I was also one of those
careless, stupid pregnant women who thought that pregnancy = I can
eat whatever I want to get the hell out of the way of my chocolate
cake! I went to the doctor for what I thought was something minor,
and my blood pressure came back high. I was told to go home and rest
and come back the next day. I did, and it was still high. I told my
doctor I was really stressed out, and she told me, and I will never
forget the look in her eyes, that it was about to get even more
stressful, because she was admitting me to the hospital.
I had heard about pre-eclampsia before,
but I had no idea who serious it was, or why. So I found myself in
the perinatal unit, in my own room, strapped up to all kinds of
monitors. I did not understand what any of this meant. A
perinatologist came in, and talked with me about “the plan,”
which was to keep me on hospital bed rest until the baby was born. The
“goal” was to get me to 33 weeks. I thought that was totally
insane- of course I would make it that long! But do I really have to
lay in this bed in this hospital for all that time? That was WEEKS
away! You're crazy.
I was admitted on Wednesday, November
12th, 2008. On Thursday, I was given an ultrasound, which
revealed something called “Double Bubble Syndrome,” or, Duodenal
Atresia. Basically, her stomach was not attached to her small
intestine properly, causing gas to build up in her stomach, creating
a “double bubble” look on the ultra sound. I was told that 20-30%
of babies that have this may also have Down's Syndrome. I had a FISH
test done the next day by amniocentesis, and the results for Down's
was negative. This whole process up to this point was very surreal.
It takes my brain a long time to process information like what was
happening, and the fact that my first baby wouldn't be able to eat
when born and would need immediate surgery to SURVIVE.
"Double Bubble Syndrome" or Duodenal Atresia, an Ultrasound Picture
On Sunday, November 16th, I
woke up with a stomachache. I figured I was just hungry. I ate some
breakfast. The stomachache got worse. I told the nurse. I vomited.
Within hours, I was doubled over in pain. There was a sharp,
throbbing, stabbing pain in my upper right abdomen- right where my
liver is. I was admitted to Labor and Delivery. I was crying from the
pain, writhing from it. They didn't want to give me anything, afraid
it may mask any other symptoms. I was in this pain FOR HOURS.
Excruciating. My blood pressure was 210/150. I was 30 weeks, 3 days
pregnant. I was terrified.
Finally, somewhere between 5:30 and
6:00pm, my labs came back abnormal. I had HELLP Syndrome, a deadly
extension of pre-eclampsia that would kill both me and Charden if
she were to stay in me any longer. I was rushed to an emergency
c-section, and Charden was born at 6:22pm.
Her birth was silent. The only reason I
knew she had been born was because the doctor said, “Hello, Baby.”
I will never forget those two words. Charden was whisked out of the room
before Beau could even see her. She weighed two pounds, eight ounces,
and was 14.5 inches long. I was not pregnant any more, and I was not
holding my baby. I didn't even get to see my baby. I had no idea what
she looked like. I was taken to recovery and wrapped in this warm,
cocoon type thing because I was trembling like crazy. They brought
Charden out, in an isolette, before she was transported to a
children's hospital down the street that thankfully, has an excellent
NICU. I got to see her from a distance of about four feet before they took her. Charden would spend 34 days there, but that whole experience is
another story.
So, where did this leave me? I was left
alone, in my hospital room, no longer pregnant, with no baby in
sight. Beau had left to be with her, which was fine. Yes, I needed
him more than ever, but SHE was now more important than ME. I was
terrified, and I could not wrap my head around what had just
happened.
HELLP Syndrome is pretty rare.
Wikipedia says:
HELLP
syndrome is
a life-threatening obstetric complication
usually considered to be a variant or complication
of pre-eclampsia.[1] Both
conditions usually occur during the later stages of pregnancy,
or sometimes after childbirth.
"HELLP" is an abbreviation of the three main features of
the syndrome:[2]
HELLP
usually begins during the third trimester; rare cases have been
reported as early as 21 weeks gestation. Often, a patient who
develops HELLP syndrome has already been followed up
forpregnancy-induced
hypertension (gestational
hypertension),
or is suspected to develop pre-eclampsia (high
blood pressure and proteinuria).
Up to 8% of all cases present after delivery.
- In 90% of cases, either epigastric pain described as "heartburn" or right upper quadrant pain.[3][4]
Basically my liver was about to explode
and I was about to die. I have never experienced full, onset labor
pains, or a vaginal delivery, but I have experienced HELLP Syndrome,
and I'm going to go ahead and assume that that pain was comparable,
if not more severe than giving birth.
So, yes, the worst day of my life was
when Charden was born. It was full of dread, uncertainties for my and
her future, disappointment, and guilt. My head was spinning, and I
was alone. All of my plans for a full term, healthy baby delivered
into a world of happiness and certainty were gone. I was in pain, and
confused. I would never be the same, which is what everyone says
about seeing their first child. I didn't get to hold my first child
for two days.
Today Charden is a healthy, incredibly
happy and ridiculously curious (and hyper) four and a half year old.
This story leads to the happiest day of my life- the happiest moment,
exactly, which was when Adrienne was born, full term, healthy, and
CRYING. That story will be for another day.
Charden, Climbing a Tree
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