"My Daughter and What I Hope For Her in the Next Century"
Like people the world over, I hope for world peace, an end to violence
in our schools, tolerance of others…but mostly, on a deeply personal
level, I hope there will be a cure for a little known - but statistically
high - disease of pregnancy called HELLP Syndrome.
Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be a mother. When asked, in
my early twenties, if I only had one year to live, what would I do with
that year? I said I would get pregnant and have a baby. The road to motherhood
was a rocky one.
In 1993, after more than two years of infertility treatment which involved
traveling hundreds of miles for treatment, surgery, injectable medications,
and intrauterine inseminations, I finally conceived. As a matter of fact,
my doctor called my husband and me on Thanksgiving morning to deliver
the happy news himself, giving us a new reason for giving thanks. Our
baby was due in August 1994. After all the trouble I had endured to conceive,
I felt sure I would have a problem-free pregnancy. Even when my pregnancy
became complicated, necessitating bedrest for several weeks, I felt positive,
again, that I would have a problem-free delivery.
That calm assuredness was shattered without warning with a sudden dangerous
elevation of my blood pressure several weeks before my due date. On Monday,
July 11, 1994, five weeks before my due date, I was induced because my
blood pressure was rising dangerously high.
The induction began early that morning, and I progressed slowly. Evening
found me still in the delivery room, but finally, at 9:00 p.m. I was told
to start pushing. Then more frightening news: It was discovered while
pushing that the baby was breech. The minutes seemed an eternity until
my precious, tiny (3 lbs., 14 oz.) daughter, Emily Elizabeth, entered
the world - not breathing.
The doctors responded immediately with a Code Pink alert and Emily was
resuscitated. So tiny, but otherwise healthy after an uncertain start.
I don't really remember much about the entire day because of all the medications,
but I do remember the doctor saying "It's a girl!" - I was sure
it was a boy! So much for mother's instinct!
The next morning, around 11:00 a.m., I began to have seizures, and was
categorized as having HELLP Syndrome. My family would tell you it was
touch and go and very scary. I can't remember much. I do know that although
having Emily in my life is the best thing I ever did, since then I have
had one health concern after another. Many of my doctors feel these health
problems are related to having had HELLP.
My hope is this - I want a specific cure for HELLP Syndrome. I want a
known cause. I want women to not have to worry about this disease. Not
only do they have cures for some forms of cancer, but they have causes.
HELLP has stumped the medical community, and I do not want my daughter,
who now has an increased risk because of me, to have to experience this
disease. I want her to enjoy her pregnancies and to have as many babies
as she wants. Fear has kept me from having more. I desperately want another
baby, but with infertility treatment needed, and the constant fear of
developing preeclampsia or HELLP, I have put any plans on hold for now.
Ironically, I remember thinking when I got pregnant that nowadays women
don't die from pregnancy like they did in the old days. I was wrong. Childbearing
mothers do not die in the great numbers as they did in the past, but preeclampsia/HELLP
remains the main cause of maternal death in the United States. HELLP Syndrome
is also one of the main causes of infant prematurity and mortality. I
know that I am extremely blessed that my outcome was a positive one.