*A little
background. Erik's last day of his internship @Conoco was August 15th....
His first day of his LAST semester of school was August 18th. Which means we
would move back to Albuquerque for the fall that weekend. I was going to be 36
weeks pregnant August 14th.... I had it approved from hospitals, doctors, and
insurances and I was good to transfer care that last month of pregnancy and be
HOME to enjoy those last few weeks and deliver at the same hospital I had
Collin. Perfect, right??!!
As I'm sure
you've read.... this pregnancy was nothing short of crazy and a little too
exciting for ANYONE involved. As we got closer (I think at about 32
weeks).... our doctor told us we HAD to start care and do our 36 week
appointment with our delivering hospital and she would only sign off to travel
back the weekend before (August 8th). Not horrible.... we'd be away from Erik
for a week but not the end of the world.*
**Side note: This
entire week was a complete blur! I was pretty drugged up a good portion of it....
and I also totally believe in "postpartum amnesia"... but mostly just
very out of it! I remember bits and pieces- and thank goodness for my husband
and LOTS of text messages to some close friends and family that I have gone
over and over- I've managed to piece quite a bit together and write this entry.
Wednesday
August 6th, 2014
Today was the day
I had all my appointments to sign off and get approved for transfer. I had
appointments with the diabetic specialist, the OB, and our surgeon.
Each of them gave
us lots of information, advice, and their approval to transfer care this late
in the game (although not ideal). We signed papers and hugged it out (well not
the diabetic specialist... we didn't know her- that would have been weird.
But the surgeon and the OB- they were there A LOT for us the past few
months and we will forever be grateful for them). 3 for 3. yay! Finally
some good doctor visits. Well.... almost. At our OB appointment I did have high
blood pressure and a headache. She sent me down to get blood work done so they
could check for preeclampsia (I informed her that I had a been a teeny bit
stress out at home* and assumed that's what it was. We were both confident it
was not preeclampsia yet). She said she'd call me as soon as she got results
for the "final okay" to travel back to Albuquerque.
*At home we were
in a world of unknowns. Every thing was up in the air with ConocoPhilips (no
official word on permanent positions), with our home owners. We had prepared
for a move back home for 4 months.... but.... then what?? Were we coming right
back? Never coming back? What do we do with all our stuff? With the house?? Do
you see where the stress/high blood pressure was coming from? SO with zero
answers a week before it was time for me to get back to Albuquerque.... we
decided to just pack up our entire house and store everything in our garage
until we had word on what the next chapter was (in our head that made for a
day trip back to load a moving van vs a week long project of packing everything
up into boxes and then loading..... during or right after having a baby.... if
that's what needed to be done).
Thursday
August 7th
Our OB called me
right at 8am. She explained all my blood work was back and although my protein
levels were rising, they were still not in "preeclampsia range" so
she could give me permission to travel home. She went on to say she was
assuming I was headed in that direction and to have our new medical team test
me again the following week because things can change over night..... blah blah
blah!! This aint my first rodeo!! I was just excited that I got one more final
day to get my ginormous to-do list done. Then... THEN I will be back at my
mom's ready to rest, relax and enjoy the last few weeks of pregnancy.
But TODAY I was ready
to rock it. I finished packing, cleaning, ran a million errands, made Erik
freezer meals to eat while I was away the following week, made treats for our
neighbors, AND mowed the lawn. A little over board?? Probably. When Erik came
home around 6 to see me finished up the lawn, he freaked out!! "Kimber!!
What are you doing?? You are 8 months pregnant and have high risk pregnancies!!
You need to be inside resting!!"
He was right. And
I felt stupid. I sat down for a second with some water and the back pains
started. I went to take a quick bath to see if I would feel better. Not only
did I not feel any better, but the back pain got more intense. And then a
massive headache came on. Erik got me out of the bath and had me lay on
my side to make sure baby was okay and to put some of my essential oils on me.
I had consistent back contractions every 4-5 minutes until midnight, but
because they never moved to my stomach we decided not to call our hospital.
At about 3:30am strong contractions started in my abdomen but they were
never consistent, so again, we didn't call. I was up ALL night with that same
horrible headache and was taking as much Tylenol as I was allowed to take with
zero relieve (and I don't take OTC meds while I'm pregnant, so you KNOW I was
really not feeling well!!)
Friday, August
8th
Moving day!
By 9am.... after zero sleep, zero relief on the headache... and knowing I
needed to get my day going, I decided I needed to call my hospital and see what
I was doing wrong. "Hi! I know for a FACT I do not have
preeclampsia. I was literally just tested less than 48 hours ago and I'm good.
But I have this HORRIBLE headache and have already taken the maximum amount of
Tylenol that I'm allowed to take in 24 hours and I need to drive today. I have
no idea how I'm going to do that since I can't even see straight. Is there
anything else I can take or do to get rid of this thing??" Once they found
out I haven't even gotten up in the last 12 hours and still had this headache
they told me I needed to get back to the hospital immediately (like ambulance
status). I assured them I was fine and did a lot of convincing to have them be okay with me coming in in a few hours after I got my 2 year old ready and my husband came home to
take me. They informed me this was not their recommendation but told me if that's
what I'm choosing to do, they would see me at noon.
By noon I was back at the hospital. I laid on the
exam table in a ball, covering my eyes with my hands and asking Erik and the
nurse to turn the lights off a million times (even though they were already
off), and hardly responding to any questions bc 1. I couldn't even think and 2.
it was just too much effort and hurt more to talk. The nurse rushed out just to
have our OB come right back in to tell us we need to get up to labor and
delivery to get the baby on the monitor and to try to tame my headache. Yeah
yeah yeah..... we know the drill.
Up in L&D-
they hooked the baby up to the monitor for a nonstress test, took my blood
pressure every 7 minutes, came in to draw my blood every hour (to test enzyme
levels to make sure my liver was not failing), and to pull my urine bucket just
as often (to test the protein levels to make sure my kidneys were not failing).
OH yeah... and to give me LOTS of drugs. For 6 straight hours.
Can we say deja vu (In case you are new here- I had preeclampsia with my first pregnancy. You can read that story here)?!?!?! After six
straight hours I still felt just as horrible as when I got there, even after
oxy and one other narcotic they wanted to "try" (I don't even know
what it was). We had declined morphine a dozen times and I knew there wasn't
much more they were going to do. So I was very VERY ready to go home.
At about 7pm- my OB, the head OB and about
3 other nurses came in. They asked how I was doing, in which I responded
"ready to go home" trying to peak at them through my fingers. They
each took their turn speaking and I remember hearing things like: "Look
Kimber, I know you really want to go home. You have a massive headache that
narcotics aren't even touching, you have scary high blood pressure, your vision
is intensified. And we just found out that you have spiked a fever and you are
pretty dehydrated. You have EVERY sign of preeclampsia and we are shocked
your levels aren't coming back higher than they are." "I know you
really don't want morphine, but we really think that would be the best thing
for you to do. We really need to get rid of this headache, and I think it's the
only thing right now that will bring you relief. You can take it, get a good
night sleep, and then we can get you a better evaluation tomorrow after your
body has rested." "I know you are really worried about getting back
to Albuquerque to deliver this baby. We will be lucky if we can get one more
week out of this pregnancy and we don't have a NICU at this hospital to even
care for a 36 week gestational baby so you need to get back to Albuquerque
either way. We will airlift you this weekend if we need to."
Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Morphine? Still no.
Only one more week of pregnancy?? Airlift me?? What?? Just stop it. This was
too much for me. I just want to go home!
Erik kissed me and told me I needed to
stay for the baby (the only way he knew I would stay- guilt trip!!). He told me
he would go home and put Collin straight to bed and they would be back up here
first thing in the morning. It was late and I knew Collin was exhausted,
so I kissed him goodbye and Erik had to pry him from my arms. I cried. Probably
embarrassing to admit, but it was actually like a hyperventilating sob. (I
clearly have NEVER left my cute boy over night. Ever! And I also had never
spent a night in the hospital without Erik, so that was tough for me too. Not
to mention I was extremely drugged up and feeling horrible!).
My awesome nurse turned on some HGTV for
me, got me a brownie (even tho she knew I had gestational diabetes), a phone
charger, some toiletries, helped me get ready for bed and sat with me for a
while talking about life and tried to get me to laugh. I love and so
appreciate awesome nurses. I WANT to be that nurse... one day! It was still
tough- but she made it bearable.
She asked me a handful of times over those
few hours if I wanted morphine. I politely declined for hours and hours. By
about 10;30 I was only getting worse. My headache was HORRIBLE, I honestly
can't even describe how much pain I was in. My fever was not going anywhere and
was making me feel even more sick. I was getting nauseous and dizzy. I had
flashbacks of when I got my morphine push with Collin (lets just say- it was
not pretty!!) and was scared for that to happen again, especially being by myself. But
I knew I needed to. I talked with the nurse as she came back in with some
anti-nausea medicine and asked her a million and one questions AGAIN and
verified a hundred times that it was okay for my baby (you know, in case she
forgot in the last 7 seconds that I was indeed pregnant still), and finally
accepted the morphine as long as it was NOT through the IV.
She was relieved and went to order it. She
came back a few minutes later and informed me she was only giving me 1/2 the
dose the doctor ordered (still 5ml!!) in the booty. She had me lay on my side and hug a
pillow and............. HOOOOLLLLYYYYYY BAJEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!! Morphine BURNS
being injected into you. Did you know that?? And yep... there I go! I started screaming at her to
stop, telling her she was going to hurt my baby. I was shaking out of control.
I was hyperventilating. And I just all around FLIPPED out (I can't say I
didn't warn you, lady!!). She rushed over and put me on oxygen right away and
tried her best to calm me down. I just got worse so she grabbed my phone and
called "my love" and explained to Erik what was going on. She put him
on speaker and Erik used all his magic powers to get me to calm down from 50
miles away (such a good guy.... and such a genius my nurse was). I finally
settled down and passed out with Erik still talking on the other end of the
phone.
Saturday, August 9th
I woke up around 3:30am starving and
nauseous. I was feeling better, but I think I could have been hit by a bus and
felt better than I had, so that's not saying much. I paged the nurse and she
brought me graham crackers and greek yogurt (yum- my favorite this hospital
stay!) and a huge horse pill. She told me the doctor informed her that my
potassium levels were scary low (another reason I probably wasn't feeling
fantastic) so that's what that ginormous pill was for. I was so out of it they
could have given me anything at that point and I wouldn't have asked questions.
I did what I was told, ate and passed back out.
About 100 people where in and out of my
room that morning (a slight exaggeration) and I wasn't waking up for even those
coming to stab my arm with more needles. I was out
for the count. I finally got up about 8am to use the bathroom and before I was
even done brushing my teeth, a crazy little boy can running in.
I was SOOOOO excited to have him back. I got back in bed with him and the head
OB and nurse came right in (they must of have saw the little dude). They talked
to me and asked me how I was doing. I was happy to report that I was feeling
MUCH better. I still had a headache, but I was doing good and I felt ready to
go. They must of seen enough improvement because with that, they signed off and
let me go!! On "strict bed rest" of course.
I slept pretty much the rest of the day
and poor Erik loaded up the car and trailer all by himself. Then, we were off!!
A three hour drive back "home". Moving back in with my parents
for the next 4 months.
Sunday, August 10th-Wednesday, August 13th
I'll lump all these days together since
they were all pretty much the same.
And that's how I felt.... meh! At least
this time they didn't have to lecture me about laying down and abiding by the
"strict bed rest" rules. I felt horrible laying down, and even worse
standing up. My headache NEVER subsided regardless of what I tried, my blood
pressure was horrible, and I blacked out in the shower and had to take multiple
breaks walking up the stairs.The diabetes didn't help as I had to fast 2 hours
in between each meal to take a reading and during the fast was when I felt the
worse and my headaches became almost unbearable (and of course- my readings
were super low each time so I'm sure that had something to do with it).
Luckily I had lots of help with Collin so I could just stay curled
up laying down in a dark room. It was just as horrible and miserable as it
sound. On Tuesday of that week I seriously debated calling an ambulance- I
was that bad:
This being my second time having preeclampsia I at least knew what
to expect (all though EVERYTHING about it this go around was about 100 times
worse). But with the good comes the bad. Sometimes being aware and knowing more comes with its downfalls. Everything was all extremely blurry this entire week but there was one
specific moment I remember all too clear. It was that day where my migraine (or whatever you want to call this headache from HELL!!) was excruciating and I couldn't find any relief. I just wanted to go to sleep to escape the pain- but I honestly did not know if I would wake up. The Heather Brown story was constantly flashing in my head (if you don't know who I am talking about- you can read her story here. She was the lady who had preeclampsia right after I did with Collin- except she was too late when she went in with a headache and started to have seizures due to massive brain bleeds and slipped into a coma. Three years later and she still does not move or speak.) and I remember just sobbing and praying like crazy that this was not it, that I would wake up, and that I wouldn't be too late once I FINALLY got to the hospital. I was without my husband and I REALLY didn't want to bother any of my family (my mom was NOT happy when she heard how bad I was and didn't call her!) and I hate the hospital and am never good to judge when I'm being "dramatic" or if I truly need to be seen. I just prayed that my Thursday "weekly" appointment would be good enough timing so I didn't have to make that call.
Thursday, August 14th
I was officially 36 weeks!! Hurray. And
today was FINALLY the day of my weekly scheduled appointment with our new
health care team.
My litter sister took the day off to take
me and my other littler sister and mom took Collin for me (thank goodness for
awesome family!!).
I was excited to get back and see Danielle
(our midwife we had with Collin who we LOVE!!). I knew she would help me!! I
went into my appointment and sat on the exam table. I knew we were in
trouble the moment the nurse took my vitals and was SHOCKED at my high blood
pressure. She then went on to ask if there was any concerns I had to bring up
to Danielle?? Um- what?!? Did you not read the 87 page medical records that my
last hospital faxed over?? Oh... you didn't get them? Perfect. (Good think I brought my hard copies!) Well, beside the
hematoma, breast tumor, gestational diabetes, high blood pressure, being
hospitalized last week, and this massive 7 day headache that nothing is even touching.... I think I'm good.
Needless to say- that was an exciting
appointment. Danielle came in with HUGE eyes and gave me a long hug (you know
the kind when you feel genuine concern and love?? I just love that lady!!)
before sitting down to "catch up" and ask a million and one
questions. She said she wasn't even sending me down for labs... she said I
needed to get straight over to the triage center of the hospital and a doctor from our clinic, Dr Trujillo, was on and expecting me. She did check me and told me I was
already dilated to 2cm and was about 80% thinned out. I mentioned Erik
being 3 hours away, and she said she can't make the call but it was looking
like an induction so to have him get to the hospital before tomorrow. And off I
went (thanks sister!!).
(side note: Erik's last day of his internship was the next day Friday. He had a feeling this was going to happen so he had
actually finished all his work and cleared his desk by that Thursday morning.
His bosses were aware of the situation so they said even if they were in
meetings, just to call them out if he got "the call". So after I
called he did a quick exit interview and rushed home to grab a few things and then
headed to the hospital.).
Aaaannnndddd back to triage I went.
I KNEW the routine for this exact hospital. I knew baby would be on the
monitors for hours and my vitals/blood/urine would be taken every so often. I
warned my sister we'd be here for a good 4 hours and that she could leave. But
she didn't. And then... something NEW. Dr. Trujillo came in within about 10
minutes of us being checked in. (What?!?! I NEVER saw an actual doctor with any
3 of my triage experiences with Collin. They are so dang busy doing C-sections,
and dealing with all the patients who have actually been admitted that they
don't visit triage). He came in with a blank sheet of paper and and a pen,
introduced himself, SAT down (gasp!!), and told me "okay, start from the
beginning."
It may sound simple and crazy... but you
have NO IDEA how happy and relieved that man made me feel in that moment. He
never cut me off, he just listened with great intent and took a million notes.
He understood I was nervous to take narcotics, especially morphine. He made me
feel reasonable. He made me feel like I was not crazy or making any of this
stuff up. He showed great concern and genuinely wanted to help me! Thank you,
Doctor!!
He came up with his "game plan":
He mentioned, of course, that he REALLY didn't want to induce labor yet.
He assured me I wouldn't go passed 37 weeks, but wanted to get me as close to
that golden 37 weeks as possible. He was going to see if he could schedule me a
ultrasound to see how much the baby weighed and how the baby was looking, just in case we did need to induce labor.
He also had a list of drugs he wanted to try besides the oxy and morphine that
I had already tried last weekend. First up was a drug with caffeine (not
positive of what the exact drug was, but my thought is Fioricet??) hoping the
caffeine would help the headache. He also wanted me to do a in-house 24hr urine
sample because that can sometimes be more accurate over a basic urine sample in
reading the protein levels. And before I knew it they were inserting my
IV port and telling me I was being admitted to labor and delivery.
Hours past and the caffeinated drug didn't
do squat!! The nurse came in to check on me and had me rate my pain. She noted
it was the same and said she'd go check with the doctor to see what else we
could try. She came back in to inform me the doctor had ordered me some
morphine. Wait, what?!?!? That was not part of the game plan! I mentioned Dr.
Trujillo said... she stopped me right there and told me Dr. Trujillo was off
and it was a new doctor in for the next 12 hours? (Insert cry face!!) I was
seriously so upset! And hate that the next step is always
"morphine!!". I hate morphine. And I was alone, AGAIN (Kelsy was down
in her car talking to her hubby, and Erik wasn't there yet). I asked to please
hold the morphine until at least I got to hold my son. My family was on their
way to the hospital and I didn't want Collin to see me like that... and I just simply wanted to spend
some time with him in this craziness, NOT all drugged out of my mind. Fair?? I
thought so.
A few minutes later she returned with the
stupid, idiotic doctor!! Oh man, I don't talk bad about people but I was not a
fan of this dude. He came in and said, "what's going on? Why are you
refusing my medical advice?? I don't get paid commission for every drop of
morphine I give. It's up to you. You said your head hurts- this is what I'm
recommending. You can take it and feel better. Or you can not take it and
continue to complain you don't feel good. You don't have preeclampsia. You
probably just have a tension headache. And I love when people tell me they
don't want to take some thing because they are scared for their baby. Like,
hey! Thanks for reminding me. I forgot you had a baby in there! And yes, like I
would really recommend or give something to a pregnant lady that is going to
severely hurt her baby? Give me a break."
What?!?! Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! I
wanted to say so many swear words!! Instead, in a not nice voice, I said,
"first of all, I never refused your stupid morphine. I simply asked if we
could hold it for a few minutes so I could say hi to my toddler who I have not
seen today before being drugged up. Second, I'm a dang good mom and it's very
natural to be concerned for her child! And third, I do NOT react well to these
drugs.... which I just had last weekend, and hey look! Still have a
headache!" And I should have gone on about his bedside manners, and
pre-diagnosing someone without all the facts... and just about how he was about
the biggest douche I've ever meant. But I was crying too hard at this point,
and my head and blood pressure were already beyond what I could handle.
I've NEVER wanted to punch an old man where it hurts so badly in my
life!! And I told the nurse to NEVER bring him back into my room again.
My family got there in the middle of all this nonsense and I had to keep my hands over my eyes especially now and all lights off (pretty much for this entire week) with my headache completely spiked and the light sensitivity but I still can kind of see my family's faces coming into the room. I think they thought I was legit dying. And my grandma just so happened to be in town this weekend and it was her first time seeing me- she didn't hide her concerns very well. haha poor grandma!
They sat and visited and helped calm me down. Soon after my husband was FINALLY with me! Life was good.... well as good as it could have been. I was given a very small dosage of morphine and it honestly didn't do anything for me. I don't know how many times how crappy I honestly felt. I tried to sleep, I twisted and turned to try to get semi comfortable. The only thing that brought slight relief was ice over my head. Every hour Erik and the nurse would have to change me and my bedding as the ice melted everywhere and bring me new ice to start the whole process over again. But that's what he did to bring even the slightest relieve. Oh yeah... and he ordered this cute little dude to come back and lay with me before I fell asleep!! These dudes are the best!
At about 11pm and nothing working I asked them for more morphine. Yes- I was REALLY hurting to actually be the one to ask for it. After my second dose of morphine I was finally able to pass out.
Friday, August 15th
The relief the double dose of morphine
gave was short lived. By 6am the headache was back in full force. The nurse
started out coming in pretty regular that morning to check on me and ask how I
was feeling. When I let her know I was back to feeling like HELL and her only
solution was MORE morphine I let her know that that was ridiculous.
Seriously?!? Nothing has worked except a double dose of morphine and even that
only brought a few hours of comfort. I don't know what I wanted.... but I
wanted someone to HELP!!! Is that too much to ask?? Pretty soon she hardly came
in to see how I was doing. And half the day went by and I had yet to see the
new doctor on. Needless to say, I was SOOOOOO annoyed. Why was I even here?? I could
finish my 24 hour urine at home and get just as much help there!! I felt like
nobody believed me with how miserable I felt. I knew something was wrong, but
began questioning myself. I was REALLY wishing I had not transferred
care.
I knew my 24 hour urine sample was up at
4pm and I knew they'd just send me home after, so by 3 Erik started packing up
our room. I was beyond mad and disappointed with the hospital that took such
great care of me 2 years prior.
As we were packing up a nurse came in with
a wheel chair and told me she was taking me down to get an ultra sound... you
know, the one Dr. Trujillo (our first and only doctor that had cared) had
ordered?? Sweet, I'll go check on my baby. Sitting up MESSED me up. Normally
moms are so so so excited to see their cute baby up on the screen.
Not me. Although I'm sure she was cute...
It hurt so dang bad to look at the screen. I asked them to turn off the lights
and I just laid there with my hands over my eyes, trying to concentrate on
breathing, and was shaking out of control (like straight teeth shattering) for
some unknown reason. Erik was so excited to see this cute face and kept telling
me to look at her and all her hair you could already see on the US, but I couldn't. I think that got the ultra sound tech's attention
and she started asking Erik questions. I think this is the first person to ask
what was going on since Erik has been around.... and the poor guy just poured
out his heart. He went into quite a bit of detail with what had been going on
and explained how worried he was about me... and I think at one point he may
have begged her to put in a good word to induce if the baby was looking
healthy. I remember asking "how does she look? Is everything okay??"
And she told me she couldn't answer (which I'm aware of. But usually they give
you SOMETHING!!).
Pretty soon she was wiping my belly and
letting us know she would be back with the doctor. It took a while for it
to click, but after 10...15....20 minutes past I realize they only go get the
doctor if something was wrong. I began panicking, telling Erik something was
wrong with our baby!! The doctor (not my doctor. He was an actual fetal
specialist- specializing in high risk pregnancies) came in and asked a million
and one questions. He finally said "okay, an 8 day straight headache is
not okay and it is not normal." Thank you!!! Thank you! Thank you! That's
what I've been saying... but apparently no other health care professional was
thinking that. He went on, "It doesn't make sense for us to keep pumping
you full of drugs that aren't even working. My guess is that this is a
"preeclampsia headache". The two biggest symptoms of preeclampsia is
high blood pressure and headaches. You have both. I think you have
preeclampsia. BUT I need to make sure there isn't something more going on here.
I'm going to see if I can get you an MRI right away so we can be sure there
isn't an aneurysm, or any bleeding... or anything else. If the MRI comes back
normal, I will assume the headache is Preeclampsia related and we will induce
you right away." And if it doesn't come back normal?? "Well- we will
cross that bridge if we get there. We REALLY don't want to even go there if we
don't have to." (AKA- we will do an emergency C-section and you will go
into immediate brain surgery).
Okay. Thank you for listening and taking
me seriously. But... uh... that was pretty scary to hear. We finished up and
him and Erik helped me up. The doctor watched me walk to the bathroom with Erik
(which I couldn't see, I was very dizzy and shaky, and I was so swollen I
couldn't feel my feet.... so I'm sure it was quite the sight) and waited outside for me to come out. He asked Erik to set me back on the exam table for
a second. Before I knew it he hit my knee and I legit kicked that poor guy in
the man parts. I was mortified and didn't even know where that came from!! He
chuckled and moved himself to the side before hitting my other knee. My foot
came FLYING up again. What the heck??? I promise I'm not doing that on purpose.
He turned to Erik (who was also embarrassed) and told him my reflexes were extremely
hyper-active, a sign I was VERY close to a seizure and a huge sign of
preeclampsia (what the heck... not one single person has checked my
reflexes!!).
Back at the room I had a huge fruit
bouquet and lots of goodies from the hospital waiting for me. The nurse would
not leave my side and before I could hardly adjust in bed, my doctor (who had
been on for nearly 12 hours and had yet to see me) was by my side ready to care
for more. OOOOOOO now yall want to care about me?!?! Now that you know I'm not
full of it and something really is wrong here?? I think the doctor knew I was
not happy/impressed with her and she was quick to explain herself "I'm
sorry I haven't been able to see you today!! I was just waiting for your
results of your 24 hour urine sample to come back so we could go from
there...." blah blah blah! (Danielle, our one-day midwife who I love, also rushed in at this time to check on me as she heard the news. She checked in on us multiple times but at this hospital, midwives work under an OB and can't make any calls until the patient is at least 37 weeks. So she couldn't do much except check on us)
With the doctor and midwife still in the room, the
nurse came back with the wheelchair and said they were ready for me to get my
MRI. I'm already claustrophobic, feeling like death, and TERRIFIED about what
they could find.... So I knew going into a BRIGHT tube, with loud noises, and not
moving a muscle for 20 minutes was not going to be super awesome. And in case
you have never had an MRI on your head before... It was not awesome at all!!
Not in anyway shape or form. HOLY bajeeze!! It was TERRIBLE!!!! Hated
everything about it and about 1/2 through I had a major anxiety attack. So so much had been going on the past few months and this was almost like the straw
that broke the camels back. Not only was i physically not okay.... but laying
in the tube, I let my mind go to a very bad place, and I was not emotionally
okay either. I didn't want to have to start all over again so I tried to just
suck it up. I had tears running down both sides of my face. I was praying it
could be over already. I was doing my best to just concentrate on breathing.
But I couldn't do it. I grabbed the panic button and was getting ready to push
it when I heard a voice over the intercom telling me I was done. Oh thank
goodness!! Holy smokes! I'm pretty sure I came out of the tube screaming, crying hysterically and shaking out of control for sure.... and the tech had Erik come in and hold me on the table for a while until I was ready to sit up in get in the wheelchair. I'm okay if I never have to do that again... especially
in that condition.
Back in the room, before the nurse could
even get me out of the wheelchair, she got a phone call. She said under her
breath "wow. That was fast." and walked away as she took the call.
She came back a few minutes later (another long, terrifying few minutes) and said that was already the doctor with the
MRI results and everything came back normal. She went on to say that they also
got the results from the 24 hour urine sample and my protein levels were high
so I had been officially diagnosed with "severe preeclampsia". Phew! I know it is weird to feel relieved with that kind of scary diagnosis... but hey- it could have been worse! We were extremely grateful my brain was not bleeding out!
She was instructed to start me on
anti-seizure medicine immediately and then they would start Pitocin.
And with that.... the induction process
began......
To be continued.....
(*Just to defend our Colorado Hospital..... Lots of people, including the staff at the new hospital, questioned why the heck our original would sign off to transfer care with such a high risk patient. Their reasoning was that they could not care for me and our 35/36-week gestational baby at our hospital either way if I went into labor and they knew that was direction it was headed. They did not have the facility or resources so if I would have stayed and delivered there they would have had to send a helicopter for at least our sweet tiny baby and risk precious time. We would have ended up at an Albuquerque Hospital either way)