Part one of Naomi’s story: Second birth, Second preemie.
I found out I was pregnant again on New Year’s Day.
Around 28 weeks, when my husband and I were supposed to go on a babymoon to Grand Traverse, I started to feel off. I told my husband ‘something isn’t right; I don’t know what it is.’ I was already backing off on my schedule at work too.
The next week, at 29 weeks, I went into my doctor’s office and she said ‘you don’t look good’. My blood pressure was pretty high so, because of my history, my OBGYN decided she wanted to do a 24 hour urine test. The following day was the 4th of July. I had this feeling that I was going to be hospitalized, so we spent the entire day visiting everyone we could. I went back the next day for the test results.
I had gained 25 lbs in two days!
My blood pressure was higher as well. I was put on blood pressure meds and told to go to work, but not to anticipate staying there. I started calling my clients to let them know I was going to go on bedrest; I still had three months of my pregnancy to go!
So here it goes again, I’m losing my career completely. I have to start over again, which I’m sure didn’t help the stress of the situation. While I was calling clients, the hospital called and said, ‘the doctor wants you to go home and get in bed and call her if your blood pressure elevates.’ At home my blood pressure remained high, but it was steady. My business partner and friend had stopped by to drop something off, and requested I check before she left. It was that check that read higher than the threshold my doctor had given me. I didn’t panic; I don’t know why not, maybe because I had already had one preemie.
I felt a sense of peace because I knew that I could do anything.
It was after 10 o’clock at night when we arrived at the hospital, and I explained to the staff that I didn’t care what the doctor on call said, I wanted them to get in touch with my doctor, Dr.Kobald. I have a good relationship with my OBGYN, she kept me and my son alive the first time. I’ve only seen her, all of these people in her office and I ONLY see her.
While in triage my blood pressure kept going up and they were having a hard time controlling it, I was also having a reaction to the blood pressure medication. They put me in a room to sleep for the night with instruction that my doctor would be there in the morning. I started getting a debilitating headache, I’ve had migraines and this was worse than that, up the back of my spine and in my head.
When my doctor arrived and saw me she said ‘Oh my gosh, you look awful’.
That made me nervous because she's seen me at my best and my worst. She told me ‘I think you’re having a blood pressure headache, your blood pressure is actually swelling your brain. We’re going to put you on a magnesium drip.’ It was absolutely terrifying.
Another urine test revealed my kidneys were not working. My doctor looked at me and said ‘call your mom, call anybody, you’re going into surgery. We have to get this baby out in the next hour.’ I was in kidney and liver failure and my blood pressure was only under control on the magnesium. My whole body was shutting down.
I went from being fine in the beginning of the week to having an emergency c-section to save my life by the end of the week!
I don’t remember getting into the operating room because I was blacking out, but I do remember my doctor was there holding my hand through the entire transfer. She didn't go and prep anything, the rest of the staff was prepping me and she stood there holding my hand. At that moment, I knew she was scared and nervous. She didn't let go of me until my husband was at my side.
I am so appreciative of her being there for me. That shows that we DO have a relationship. I’m not just a number to her.I trusted her. I’m very fortunate in the whole process; I’ve been very blessed in a lot of ways.
My daughter was born weighing only 2lbs 4oz.
She was taken directly too an incubator. Her team was not working in a panic; they were calmly talking care of her, so we knew she was okay. I did not get to see her because she was taken directly to the NICU. I needed to stay on the magnesium for 48 hours.
I would not get to meet her for at least 2 days.
Everyone who came to visit me got to see my baby. One by one they'd come back crying and would show me pictures and videos of her. It felt pretty awful, to say the least.
When I was finally able to see my child for the first time I couldn’t hold her. She was on a vent and not stable enough to be held. I just had to sit there and look at my baby lying in a box.
I remember sitting there and telling her that I was sorry that I couldn't keep her in, wasn’t able to keep her safe.
A nurse came over and said to me “I know that’s how you feel right now, but it’s not your fault.”