I was delighted when I found out I was pregnant , my husband and I were
married in May 1999 and I fell pregnant in October of that year. My best
friend had given birth to her son in April 1999 and I had imagined that
all pregnancies were as simple and perfect as hers!.
My pregnancy was fairly uneventful for the first 2 trimesters, I had
a little spotting early on and some pains but there was nothing out of
the ordinary and my husband and I were getting increasingly excited about
the arrival of the third member of our family.
I had gone for a routine antenatal check at 28 weeks and the midwife
had noted that my B/P had started to climb a little from a very healthy
110/70 to 140/90, but she was not concerned as there was no protein present
and I had no oedema so she told me to start taking things a little easier
especially as I was still having a little spotting.
I was about to move house and so I decided that as soon as we moved I
would get my b/p checked at my new surgery and register with my new midwife.
The house move went as smoothly as these things ever do and when I went
to the doctors my B/P was still high but the doctor was not worried as
there was still no protein and no swelling but he did book me an appointment
at my new hospital just to be on the safe side.
My husband and I went along to this appointment and all was thought to
be well, B/P still high but not a problem. They suggested checks by my
midwife once a week just to keep an eye on things. At the first of these
checks my midwife suggested I was admitted to hospital as my B/P was even
higher at 135/100 and she was a little concerned.
I was in hospital for a couple of days and then sent home for rest as
there was still no sign of pre-eclampsia. I was re-admitted almost every
time the midwife saw me and in and out of hospital for the next two weeks
when finally my B/P remained high, I had 3+ of protein and a lot of swelling
of my hands, face and ankles.
I was kept on observation in the hospital and I was now feeling ill,
I had a bad headache and flashing lights in my vision and my B/P was still
high (around 140/110). The doctor informed me that judging from my blood
tests he didn't think the pregnancy would go on any longer than another
seven days and the baby would need to be delivered by caesarean section
as leaving things any longer could mean my baby may die and my life could
also be at risk. I was given steroid injections to mature the baby's lungs
and was prepared for what was going to happen.
I was terrified at the thought of my baby being delivered 10 weeks early
and spent most of the next week in tears in the hospital. I was scared
and desperately wanted to go home to be with my husband and was feeling
very ill. My blood was taken for testing at least twice a day to check
my liver and kidney function and by B/P checked every couple of hours
and occasionally I was put on a machine which took my B/P every ½
hour. My baby was monitored at least once a day (normally more) to check
all was well, this was the happiest point of my day when I could actually
hear that all was well and that I wasn't suffering this for no reason.
I was on a number of different drugs to keep my B/P down all of which
had bad side effects when I took them which ranged from giving me a headache
and depression to uncontrollable shaking and nightmares. I found myself
loosing my temper with the doctors who just kept giving me drugs while
my B/P continued to rise to around 150/110- 160/115, I was prepared for
surgery 3 times (spoke to the anaesthetist, had a drip put in etc.) but
then they decided to try and leave things a little longer.
Things went on for another 3 weeks and I was monitored very closely,
I spent most of my time wishing this was all over but not wanting my baby
to be delivered. Then finally the decision was taken away from me at 33
weeks as one night I began to get pains in my chest and began feeling
very ill. I thought I had bad indigestion and asked for some Gaviscon
but luckily the midwife decided to take a blood test just to check all
was well.
The next thing I knew a doctor arrived and told me that things had taken
a turn for the worse my liver and kidneys were no longer coping, the doctors
were having real problems controlling my B/P and the baby's heart trace
was very flat meaning that it may be getting distressed.
They monitored the baby's heart until 3.00am and then I was taken for
a caesarean early that morning. This was one of the most terrifying nights
of my life and as I had already been in the hospital for 3 weeks I was
feeling very alone and confused. I called home first thing to let them
know what was happening and my mum came with me for the section and did
a very good job at keeping me calm. During the operation I was very concerned
about the health of my baby and was convinced there would be a problem
when suddenly I heard a baby cry loud and clear. My little daughter had
been born safely and despite being small she was breathing for herself!.
The nurse brought her over and I said hello to my beautiful daughter
Emma Louise. She was then taken to be admitted to the Special Care Baby
Unit where she went from strength to strength weighing in at just 3lbs
11oz.
My pre-eclampsia then got worse for the next 24-48 hours and I was monitored
very carefully, my platelet count was so low they could not remove the
catheter or the drip for fear I would not stop bleeding and my B/P rose
to a high of 185/125 even with very strong medication!.
I was relieved that my daughter was alive and well but still very ill
myself and the day after Emma was delivered I began to have problems with
my sight and everything became very blurred. I spent the worst night of
my life worrying that I was now loosing my sight and honestly feared for
my life. The doctors were unable to tell me if my sight would return to
normal but they did tell me the reason that it had happened because my
brain was swollen due to the pre-eclampsia (very helpful!).
Despite everything as the days went by I got better, my B/P dropped,
my sight slowly returned to normal, my platelet count rose again and Emma
was still going strong although her weight was still dropping.
After 5 days I went home to be with my husband I was very relieved to
finally be at home but I was sad to leave my tiny daughter alone in the
hospital.
We visited Emma at least once or twice every day and she came home after
3 weeks of excellent care in the SCBU at the hospital. She weighed just
4lbs 2oz but soon began to put on weight. I was on strong medication for
eight weeks after Emma's birth but my B/P then returned to normal and
I began to feel much better.
Emma is now 15 weeks old and weighs 11lbs 7oz and my husband and I feel
very lucky to have our precious little daughter and wouldn't change things
for the world!.