Saturday, January 25, 2020

My Preeclampsia & HELLP Syndrome Story- Part 2



There are a couple of reasons why I have chosen to share my story…
1.      My hope is that by sharing, it will bring awareness for other expecting Mom’s, so that they can pay attention to some of the signs their body may be telling them.  And then prevent putting themselves at further risk. I wish I had been more aware, and possibly caught some of the symptoms sooner, or pushed my doctor to check into them more.
2.      I also want people to know how important it is to be an advocate for yourself when it comes to your healthcare. Also, husbands/wives need to be advocates for their spouses and parents for their kids. You know your husband/wife/kid better than anyone.  If something is not right, sometimes you have to push to get answers.
3.      God showed up for me in major ways the last weeks of my pregnancy, through a less than ideal labor, and especially in the days that followed.  It truly is a miracle that I am healthy and am snuggling this perfect little girl in my arms right now as I type this. And, goodness….that is worth sharing!


What is preeclampsia?
Preeclampsia, formerly called toxemia, is when a pregnant woman has high blood pressure, protein in her urine, and swelling in her legs, feet, and hands. It can range from mild to severe. It usually happens late in pregnancy, though it can come earlier or just after delivery.
Symptoms include:
In addition to swelling (also called edema), protein in the urine, and high blood pressurepreeclampsia symptoms include:
What is HELLP Syndrome?
HELLP stands for the different things that happen when you have it:
Hemolysis: This is the breakdown of red blood cells. These cells carry oxygen from your lungs to your body.
Elevated Liver Enzymes: When levels are high, it could mean there’s a problem with your liver.
Low Platelet Count: Platelets help your blood clot.
HELLP syndrome can cause major complications.
These include:
Symptoms
These often come on quickly. They include:
***All medical information above is from WebMD***


The symptoms I experienced in the weeks leading up to my delivery, and then shortly after:
·        Blurred vision
·        Dizziness
·        Shortness of breath
·        Vomiting
·        Belly Pain

                                    Okay…back to our story:
After Lydia was born, I was feeling better than I had in many days.  Mark and I were both head over heals in love with this precious little lady.  We spent the next 2 days in the hospital soaking up the quiet (it was SO quiet!) and enjoying lots of baby snuggles.  We decided to spend the extra day in the hospital because our big kids still had fevers (Yes, Owen got the flu too….)  and we wanted to make sure they were fever-free before bringing her home.  By Sunday morning (12/29) we were anxious to get home and have our little (or maybe not so little?) family back together. Unfortunately, after calling to check in on the kids, we discovered a couple of kids still had fevers. (Mark’s parents were watching them at our house, and we are so grateful they were willing to do this.  They took such good care of them.)

We decided that Mark would go back home to Stanton to take care of the big kids, and I would stay in Omaha with Lydia at my mom’s house one more night to give them a little more time to get well. (Just one way that the Lord provided)  So, even though Mark didn’t want to leave us, he packed up and headed back home.  My mom came up to the hospital to wait with me to get discharged. As we waited, I started to not feel very well.  My stomach started to hurt, I felt nauseous and had a headache. Things intensified and before I knew it, I was in the bathroom throwing up.  What in the world?? I thought to myself….. this is not normal! Mark had brought me a breakfast sandwich before he left and I thought maybe it did not agree with me.  I just felt so bad.  I managed to lay down and take a nap and woke up feeling a little better.  The doctor finally came by and I told her about my symptoms, pointing to the top of my stomach and telling her I had this weird stomach pain and had just gotten sick.  She thought maybe I caught a stomach bug and sent me home with anti-nausea medicine. 

I was so happy to be out of the hospital.  We headed back to my mom’s to settle in for the night and figure out dinner.  I was nervous to eat anything because I still felt yucky and my stomach was hurting.  I decided I could manage a bowl of soup and some crackers. As soon as I ate just a few bites my stomach started to hurt much worse.  I tried not to worry about it, and went to bed hoping I just needed rest and would be fine in the morning.  I assumed it would be little Lydia who would be waking me up all night long, unfortunately that was not the case. It was this weird, horrible stomach pain. I just could not get comfortable. At around 2 a.m. I started throwing up and dry heaving. I woke my Mom up and told her something is not right. We debated calling the doctor, but figured they would just send us to the ER to get checked out.  So, instead we called my sister to come over and take care of Lydia so we could go back to the hospital.  (Not even 12 hours after being discharged. )

My sister got to my Mom’s pretty quickly, and when she got there I was curled up in a ball on the floor, absolutely miserable.   The drive seemed to take forever, even though it was probably only 15 minutes. By the time we were turning into the hospital I remember thinking…I am dying.  I am not even going to get to say goodbye to my kids.  Tears were rolling down my face. I had just gotten through labor, with the flu….and this was worse, much worse.

Once we got into the ER, they got us to a room right away.  My pain seemed to be even worse, and I could barely talk. A very nervous resident came in first. I remember my Mom kept telling this poor guy, “I am NOT taking her home until you find out what is wrong with her!” Not long after he left the room, a doctor came in, and within a matter of minutes blood work was done, a chest x-ray, an ultrasound, and IV fluids started.  They kept asking me if my head hurt.  I told them it hurt some, but nothing I couldn’t manage.  They also kept asking me if I wanted something for my headache. I remember telling them “No, I don’t want any meds, I can manage.”  I am not a medicine taker, and generally they make my stomach sick.  At this point, we had not called Mark yet to tell him what was going on and the doctor told us he thought that this was Preeclampsia or HELLP Syndrome.  My Mom decided it was time to let Mark know, and she stepped out into the hallway to call him. 

The nurse came in with a whole bunch of medicine.  I asked what she was giving me, and told her I didn’t want anything.  She said she was going to give me a lot of things and that it would make me feel better.  Before I could question anymore, she had already started putting things in my IV.   By the time my Mom came back in the room a few minutes later, I was a mess.  I don’t remember the name of what they gave me, but it made me feel HORRIBLE!  I remember just shaking uncontrollably, and trying to climb out of the bed.  It felt like my skin was crawling.  My head felt like it weighed 100lbs, and everything was blurry.  I remember saying, “Why did you give me that!?”  The nurse explained to my Mom that this happens sometimes with this medicine, but she gave me Benadryl so I should be fine.  I WASN’T FINE.  So, they gave me MORE Benadryl.  This completely knocked me out.  I wasn’t asleep, but I wasn’t able to talk.  It was the weirdest feeling ever.  They brought a L&D nurse down and I remember them being kind of frantic, trying to get me started on Magnesium while I was still in the ER, before taking me upstairs. 

Soon, they found a room for me, and got me upstairs.  I could still hear and understand everything that everyone was saying, but I literally could not respond.  I couldn’t speak or form words.  I think I dozed a bit when we got to the room and then I remember Mark getting there.  I don’t think he expected me to look as bad as I did, or be so unresponsive.  He immediately came and sat by the edge of the bed.  He grabbed my hand and I was so relieved to have him back.  I remember him crying, and praying over me. I wished I could say something, but I just squeezed his hand.

Slowly the Benadryl wore off and I started to feel more like myself.  Our nurse came in and tried to explain to me what was going on. She told me I needed a catheter for the next 12-24 hours while I got treatment.  She told me I was very sick, but I was in the right place and they were going to take good care of me.  She left the room and I remember crying. 

I don’t think I realized how serious of a situation this was, because the only thing I heard was “12-24 hours of a catheter” and I thought “No Way!”  When the nurse came back in I begged to not have it.  I told her I would go to the bathroom.  Mark and the nurse both tried to reason with me.  It wasn’t happening.  It sounded miserable.  I had just spent SO many days in bed between the flu, and delivery, and now they were telling me I was going to be stuck in an uncomfortable hospital bed again.

Finally the nurse was very direct with me.  She said, “Here’s the deal.  I can’t make you keep the catheter in.  But, here’s what I know.  You are sick. Very sick.  If you do not get this medication, and keep the fluid off of you, it will not be good for you.” I looked at Mark who had tears in his eyes and he said, “Please, Katie.” It finally hit me, this was serious, and from there on out I did what they said without *too much* complaining. 

A doctor came in shortly after to explain that I had 2 of the 3 indicators for HELLP Syndrome, and also severe Preeclampsia. The horrible, weird stomach pain that I was feeling was my enlarged liver. He also made it clear that I was not going anywhere anytime soon.  He told me I would be on Magnesium for the next 12-24 hours depending on how blood work came back later in the day, but most likely 24 hours. He told me it is not a fun medication to be on, but was absolutely necessary to prevent seizures or a stroke. He told me the nurse would be in every single hour, all day, all night.  She would check my blood pressure and also my reflexes. He left the room. 

The next 24 hours were some of the toughest of my life.  My blood work came back and my liver enzyme levels that we hoped would have gone down so I could have a shorter amount of treatment had doubled. I cried again. Mark never left my side.  My Mom and sister took care of Lydia during the day, but she was able to come up and stay with us during the night.  I was so glad to have her with me, but I felt helpless strapped to a bed. I couldn’t even change her diaper.  I kept reminding myself this is temporary, but it was heartbreaking for me. 

Each hour that passed got a little bit worse. They warned me that would happen.  I literally stared at the clock ALL. NIGHT. LONG.   By 4 a.m. my head hurt so bad I could not move it an inch, or even open my eyes.  This is a common side effect of the medicine as it is working. 

At 8 a.m I finally made it 24 hours!  My blood pressure was still elevated some, and my labs were not where they wanted them to be, so we needed to stay one more day for monitoring, but Mark and I were both able to breathe a little easier, knowing the worst was behind us.  The following day we were able to go home and the kids were finally able to meet their little sister!  The doctor who rounded that morning told me how lucky I was. She said that as sick as I was when I came in, I actually turned the corner unusually fast.


I had a lot of time to think, and pray, and think some more while I was in that hospital bed. So many questions ran through my mind…..

       What if I hadn’t gotten the flu?
  What if I hadn’t gone into labor?
               What if something had happened to Lydia?
·                       What if my family hadn’t pushed me to get to the hospital when I was having contractions?
·                        What if I had gone home with Mark?
   What if I had ignored the stomach pain, or tried to push through it?
·                        Why didn't I push the doctor more when I was having symptoms at my 36 week appointment?

None of this was easy to walk through, and it certainly wasn’t what I pictured when thinking about bringing our sweet girl into the world.  Do I wish things had gone differently?  Absolutely.

 But, never in my life have I ever felt God’s love and protection as much as through this experience. Things could have gone much worse. So many people were praying for all of us. We felt those prayers, and even though there were some really scary moments, and moments of uncertainty, we felt a sense peace too. 

We will forever be grateful to the many people who helped us through……whether it was help with the big kids, delivering meals, the many prayers, or encouraging words.

God is so good. We are so grateful.  


Tuesday, January 21, 2020

My Pre-eclampsia & HELLP Syndrome Story- Part 1


Part 1:Labor/Delivery/ Birth Story


(Let me start off by saying, I had the most beautiful birth plan this time around.  Anyone who knows me, knows I love a good plan.  😉  That being said, I have become much more flexible with each kiddo that has come along, so ultimately the goal was always a safe and healthy baby---and Mama. My plan included a wonderful doula by my side, dim lighting, quiet worship music playing, lots of walking.  I knew what I wanted and didn’t want in my labor and delivery and I was so looking forward to bringing this precious girl into the world.)

So this crazy story starts the day after Christmas.  At this point I had been feeling pretty crummy for about 5 days, I had been diagnosed with influenza B and Nora (5) and Emmett (3)  had also came down with the flu.  Little Emmett had scary high fevers, and we spent most of the day trying to keep him safe from those high temps.  Mark had stayed home from work to help take care of all of us.  He also planned to stay home the following day. (Thank goodness)

I sent Mark downstairs around 9 pm on the 26th to get some rest.  We were trying to quarantine him and Owen so that hopefully they would not get sick, too. My main focus at this point was to get everyone healthy before having this baby!  Around 9:30pm I really started to feel worse, and was kind of at the end of my rope with feeling so badly.  The constant, violent coughing was about all I could take, and my contractions had really started to pick up. 

I was chatting with my parents and sister in a group FB message and told them no matter what I was driving myself to the hospital in Omaha the next morning and SOMEONE was going to help me feel better. (this crazy, hormonal pregnant lady had had enough! ha) I didn’t feel like I could leave Mark at home with the kids being so sick, until I had someone there to help him.  I explained what was going on and they insisted I get to town that night, and not wait until morning.  Before I knew it they had come up with a plan to get me to Omaha and have someone come help Mark with the sick kiddos.

We met my mom and sister on the side of Highway 34  around 11pm. I jumped into my sisters car to get to the hospital and my mom went on home with Mark to be a nurse to my poor sick kids. (I felt absolutely awful leaving them when they were feeling so yucky.)  At this point my contractions were about 5 minutes apart.  I was still thinking that I would get IV fluids, and maybe some medicine and come home the next day to continue on with the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy.

My sister and I got to the hospital around midnight.  We were taken straight up to labor and delivery where some very nice nurses took such good care of me.  It was a long and sleepless night.  My heartrate and blood pressure were all over the place which set alarms off, and I also had a fever. Baby girls heartrate was also all over the place, which was concerning for all of us. During the night she and I both seemed to stabilize and the nurses were confident my contractions were not productive and I would go home later that day.

 I woke up from a couple hours of sleep around 5:45am feeling surprisingly rested.  I told Jenny I felt like a new woman after fluids, and a little rest.  (God was preparing me for what was to come.)  At around 6 am my water broke.  I was just lying in bed.  Jenny was sleeping.  I knew Mark was at home sleeping, too.   I remember feeling surprisingly calm.  I didn’t wake my sister, or call Mark right away.  I spent some time praying, then sent Mark a text. 

The doctor rounded not too much after that.  Instead of talking about discharge instructions, we were talking about birth plans…...by the way, mine was out the window!!  None of this was what I planned or even could have imagined. Oh, and my amazing doula also had come down with influenza, and wasn't able to make it. 😟 It felt like things were happening so fast and I was still trying to catch up and wrap my brain around it all. We were having a baby….today.

Mark arrived at the hospital by around 8:30 a.m.   I was so relieved to see him.  My sister may have been even more relieved!! HA!  Bless her, she was so wonderful and probably saw and experienced more than she wanted to during her time with me in the hospital.  She was there to give me drinks of water ALL NIGHT LONG, to help me to the bathroom, to bring me fresh wash cloths, and help me reposition, all while remaining calm and encouraging me. I am so thankful for her.

Not long after Mark arrived, Jenny headed home to get some much needed rest.  Mark and I began a long day of laboring.  Remember how I said I wanted to walk a lot to get labor moving??  Well, strange thing….they don’t let Influenza infected people wander the halls to labor. 😆  So, I was limited to walking around my small delivery room. Not ideal, but Mark and I did have a laugh as I walked circles in this little room.  Labor progressed with some help from Pitocin and little Lydia Lou made her entrance at 6:48pm.

 She was perfect.  The nurses put a mask on me and laid her on my chest.  Again, not how I pictured it, but we were so grateful she was here and healthy.  At this point I had no idea what was in store for us, or just what a miracle it was that she was here safely.









More on that to come in my next post…..

Monday, December 24, 2018

Making our lists......




Mark and I have been married 10 years.  For 10 years I have told myself I was going to mail out a Christmas card/letter.  Some years I have gotten really close, like I even bought cards and typed up a letter.   This year....I thought about it a couple times, and then I would chuckle and think "yea, right Katie". Ha!  (at least I have come to terms with this) 

So....here is our version of the "Christmas card." :)

When thinking back over the last year, it has been a whirlwind. We started the year finding our footing in a new town, in a small rental house and ended it feeling much more settled in our new home.

 Mark often gives me a hard time about my "lists."  He will watch me write something down that I have already done, just so I can check it off.  However, we have all had to rely on lists this year, to keep us organized and on track with the 'to-dos'.

Our sweet Daisy dog is slowing down. At  the top of her "to-do" list was sleep!  She has also been a good listener to Owen and Nora as they have loved reading stories to her.  We love our time with Daisy and are trying to enjoy all the moments with her.

























On the top of Emmett's 'to-do' list this year was learning all about "Thomas the Train" and trying to do everything that big brother and sister can do.   He knows all the names of the "choo choo's" and LOVES to talk about them. Much to his siblings dismay he also loves to watch the show as much as Mommy will let him. It has been so fun to watch him grow and be able to communicate with all of us.  He definitely has a lot to say and is not afraid to let Owen and Nora know what he thinks about things!



Nora's 'to-do' list is filled with all sorts of art projects.  She is so creative and it is fun to see her little mind work.   A few months back we were in the car driving home from Omaha, I handed her an empty box that I found in the back of the car while I was packing it.  By the time we pulled into the drive-way an hour later she had 3 or 4 ideas of what she could turn the box into.  She decided on a guitar and I was surprised at how well it turned out!  I never would have thought to create that.   Although her art is wonderful, we are working on a balance between creativity and cleanliness, as her artwork and supplies have taken over much of our basement!




If Owen had his way, his 'to-do' list would ONLY include bug searching, Pokémon, playing ball, and watching "How to Train Your Dragon", however, I have added to his list this year since we are homeschooling.  We are having a great year, and he is always happy when he is able to cross off  'Math, Reading, and Language Arts' from his list so he can get to more exciting things! He has taken a liking to tennis, and after taking a short break the last 6 weeks, he is eager to start back up after the first of the year.

Mark has settled into his job as a Rehab Director/PT at Corning Hospital.  He enjoys that every day is a little bit different, but has also come to understand that he needs to carry around a little notebook to keep track of all of the 'to-do's'  that go along with his many responsibilities.  When he isn't at work, his 'to-do'  list at home is also quite long.   We moved into our new home last April and  realized there were many things to knock out right away.  After getting the inside of our house in good shape,  he moved outside. His major project this past summer/fall was building retaining walls in the front and back of the house.  I am thankful for his ability to do this and all the hard work he put in!  Up next is working to finish the basement and then next spring we hope to add a deck out back. 


My 'to-do' list is usually filled with really exciting things, like laundry, dishes, cleaning, grocery shopping, and meal planning. (ha!)  Although our days
can be a lot of the same, they are never boring and I am so very grateful to be home with the kids and checking off these 'to-do's".


One thing I have crossed off my 'to-do' list this year is my teaching job with VIPKID. (Teaching English online to Chinese students)  As much as I loved the kids and teaching these classes, it just was no longer a good fit for us with Mark's work schedule and our desire to spend time together on the weekends.  One thing I have added to my 'to-do' list this year is many new sewing projects!  I have really enjoyed branching out and making new things.  I joked with Mark that sewing is really like therapy for me!  I grab a cup of hot tea, lock myself in the basement, turn on some worship music and work away.  It is so peaceful. :) 


We are so thankful for all the people who were by our sides during this big transition the last 18 months.  We are also extremely grateful for all the wonderful people God has blessed us with in our move to Stanton.  We pray you all have a blessed year in 2019! 


Love,
Mark, Katie, Owen, Nora, Emmett, and Daisy.





Saturday, April 14, 2018

Look who is TWO!!

     About the time I found out I was pregnant with Emmett,  Mark and I were settling into our roles as parent's.   We still were learning more each day from our kids than we were probably teaching them, but we felt like we had a handle on the major "do's"  and "don't" of parenthood. We had routines, our kids were sleeping in their own beds, all night long. Healthy meals were being served. Our weekends were spent going to parks, or attending local events around town.  It had become easier to go places with Nora out of the "baby stage."





Then Emmett came along as our surprise blessing.......and all that we thought we knew went flying out the window.







His arrival was a crazy story in itself!   Then he gave us a run for our money as a newborn.  After weeks and weeks of screaming, crying, not sleeping and feeling all around miserable we learned he had MSPI.  (not especially fun with a 2 and 4 year old home full time) It took us quite awhile to get his tummy issues under control, and about that time we found out that he needed a helmet for his head that was fairly flat on one side in particular.   I joked with Mark that he was sure giving us a lot of "firsts" for being our third child.





The past two years with Emmett have certainly been a wild ride.   He has caused more than one 'near heart attack' for this Mama with his adventurous spirit.  I have loved watching him grow into such a sweet little boy.  He loves hugging on his big brother (and sister too).  He is very curious about "Sissy's" long hair and has been known to pull it a time or two.  Emmett's favorite things to do right now, are lining up cars or trucks in a row, or building with Duplos. He is a big fan of trains and will even have a view of the trains that go by our town from his new bedroom!




God knew just what He was doing when He blessed us with Emmett.  He is the best addition to our family and we love him so much!

Happy Birthday to our wild, funny, and happy little guy!



Saturday, March 17, 2018

And just like that....she is 4!

Nora was by far my easiest delivery and definitely the easiest baby.  She was sleeping through the night at 8 weeks old and really only cried when she was tired, hungry, or needed her pants changed.  She was particular about how she took her bottle though. It had to be a certain temperature, and the room couldn't be too bright, or too noisy. (Challenging with big brother Owen running around).  Some things don't change.  She is still a great sleeper, and still VERY particular about what she eats and how she eats it.  It's a bit hard to keep up with at times.  A few of her preferences: No melted cheese, except on pizza.  Cereal WITH a spoon, but absolutely NO milk.  No hamburger in any form (even if I try to sneak it in a casserole), but she will eat chicken all day long.  She definitely keeps me on my toes. 


Nora is the sunshine in our family.  She is always happy, and assumes the best of everyone.  She is grateful, even for the littlest things.  The other day I gave her a lip gloss that I didn't want anymore....she responded in typical Nora fashion with, "Oh Mom!  Just what I ALWAYS WANTED!!  Thank you so much!!" 

    In January we started doing a homeschool DVD art curriculum once a week on Friday's.  Each day she asks if its "art project day".  She loves the lessons, and has really surprised me with how well she can do them independently.  However, this has shown me a whole new side of her.  We have always known she is a bit stubborn at times, or "determined" as I like to call it. This has come out in full force during these lesson.  We watch the teacher "Mrs. V."  explain the lesson and then head out to the kitchen to get started.  For the most part, I just help her get her supplies out and then work on dishes or laundry near by as she does her thing.  There have been several times that she has needed help, but she refuses to ask for it.  I can see her little brain trying to figure out how to do it on her own with a look of determination on her face.  When I offer, she flat out refuses, saying "I CAN do it myself."




 Nora loves all things sparkly and fancy.  She likes to create her own outfits (much to my dismay. ) Her favorite clothes are ones that sparkle or anything Lularoe. She lives in boots, her favorites being her pink cowboy boots.  Even in the summer you will see her walking around with shorts and cowboy boots.

  She does NOT like to be sick, and does not get sick often, but when she is she gets down right angry about it.  When this last round of stomach stuff hit our house we had just gotten done learning about germs.  In between trips to the bathroom with a bowl she would cry and say "Those naughty germs!  I am so mad at them.  Why did they do this to me?!" 

The last four years with Nora have flown by and have been so full of life, laughter and fun! I am beyond thankful God chose me to be her Mama.   I love you so much little ladybug!!


Happy birthday to our Nora Bear!