At about 33 weeks into my pregnancy, my husband left for a deployment to Africa and I developed Pre-Eclampsia. The only way to cure this condition is to deliver. I remember being so swollen and having high blood pressure, yet every time I went to a check-up appointment, nothing was done. I went into labor and delivery at 35 weeks when my right leg was so swollen that it was twice the size of the other. I was sent home and told that I cannot pick my due date. WHAT? The toxins that were running through my body were not only dangerous to me, but to my unborn children. I was never monitored and never put on bed rest. NOTHING was done. If Pre-E gets severe enough, it can cause the Mother to have seizures and can be fatal. I feel like my life meant nothing to the doctors. The only thing they were concerned with was the weight of my babies. I was told that they needed to reach at least 5 lbs each and each day inside of me was 2 and 1/2 days out of the NICU. Okay, I understand, but what about my well-being? How can I produce healthy babies if I am unhealthy? I gained 95 lbs during my pregnancy because of Pre-E.
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On August 12, 2008, I went in for a check-up. I was 37 weeks and 1 day pregnant at this point. An ultrasound determined that both babies were at least 5 lbs. The toxins in my body were also much higher. Since they were both head down, I was told that I could labor and try and deliver them vaginally. I was pumped full of magnesium, which was to prevent me from going into seizures during labor. I was given pitocin to begin the induction and Andrew's water was broken. A monitor was stuck on Andrew's head and another one on my big belly to monitor Christina. All throughout labor, I was throwing up and passing out. My blood pressure would go sky high and something would be given through my IV to lower it, which would cause it to go too low. My epidural was placed wrong so I was in extreme pain for 14 hours. About 11 hours into it, Christina fell off of the monitor. The nurses tried and tried to find her heart beat but couldn't. A doctor rushed in with an ultrasound machine and tried to find her heart beat. I kept asking what was going on and I was in tears...I was told nothing. Great bedside manner, right? I was finally told that she had moved sideways as Andrew had made his way further down with contractions. Silly little girl was stretching out. Her heart rate, however, was high and she was stressed. It was explained to me that Andrew would likely be born vaginally and Christina by C-section if they could not turn her around. I chose to go ahead with a C-section because I did not want to stress Christina out any more than she was, nor did I want to deliver twins two different ways.
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On August 12, 2008, I went in for a check-up. I was 37 weeks and 1 day pregnant at this point. An ultrasound determined that both babies were at least 5 lbs. The toxins in my body were also much higher. Since they were both head down, I was told that I could labor and try and deliver them vaginally. I was pumped full of magnesium, which was to prevent me from going into seizures during labor. I was given pitocin to begin the induction and Andrew's water was broken. A monitor was stuck on Andrew's head and another one on my big belly to monitor Christina. All throughout labor, I was throwing up and passing out. My blood pressure would go sky high and something would be given through my IV to lower it, which would cause it to go too low. My epidural was placed wrong so I was in extreme pain for 14 hours. About 11 hours into it, Christina fell off of the monitor. The nurses tried and tried to find her heart beat but couldn't. A doctor rushed in with an ultrasound machine and tried to find her heart beat. I kept asking what was going on and I was in tears...I was told nothing. Great bedside manner, right? I was finally told that she had moved sideways as Andrew had made his way further down with contractions. Silly little girl was stretching out. Her heart rate, however, was high and she was stressed. It was explained to me that Andrew would likely be born vaginally and Christina by C-section if they could not turn her around. I chose to go ahead with a C-section because I did not want to stress Christina out any more than she was, nor did I want to deliver twins two different ways.
It took about two hours from this point for doctors to get me into the operating room. I was strapped down and a drape was placed in front of my face so I couldn't see what was going on. All of a sudden, I felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life and I began to scream uncontrollably. The doctors kept trying to tell me I was only feeling pressure, but I felt like I was being butchered alive. Next thing I know, a mask goes over my face and I am knocked out. At this point, I truly believed that I was dead. I went from screaming helplessly at the top of my lungs to silence. I could hear background noise for a while, and then I heard a baby cry..but it sounded like it was coming from down a long hallway. I thought that I had entered another world- death. Not long after the first baby cry, I heard another baby crying - again, sounded to me like it was coming from far away. From this point on, I don't remember hearing anything at all. The next thing I remember is being moved from the OR table onto a gurney. I remember looking over at the OR table and seeing it covered in blood and tools all over the place. I still thought I was dead...I must have thought that they were moving my body to wherever they keep the deceased. I did not feel anything emotionally - I felt completely numb. I really thought that I was gone.
Andrew and Christina came into the world on 8/13/08 at 5:49 a.m. and 5:51 a.m. via C-section after 14 stressful and hard hours of pointless labor. My mom tells me that Christina was pale and not crying like Andrew was at birth. It makes sense since I had severe Pre-E and that Christina was stressed for 3 hours before she was born.
I woke up in a recovery room alone. I remember looking down at my stomach and wondering where my babies were and hoped that they were okay. I was cut from hip to hip and had about 30 staples. Andrew and Christina were a few hours old before I finally met them. A nurse handed them both to me, and they were the most beautiful little babies I had ever seen. I wished that Chris could have been there to see them and to hold them. They were so tiny. I felt weak, so I handed them back to the nurse. I was in so much pain and all I wanted to do was sleep. That night, a nurse forced me out of the bed to stand up. When I stood up, I felt as if my insides were going to drop to the floor. My stomach felt heavy and I felt so frail. The pressure put on my C-section incision was unbearable when standing up.
The next day, my stomach was swelling up and looked like I was pregnant again. A doctor brought in an ultrasound machine to see what was going on and I remember thinking to myself there cannot be a third baby in there that they missed! (With Balboa Naval Hospital's level of competence, this would not have surprised me.) What the doctor saw were hundreds of blood clots inside my uterus. Since the C-section, I was basically hemorrhaging thanks to the incompetent doctors in the OR. Instead of taking me back to the OR to get these clots out in a humane way, I was forced to lay in my hospital bed while doctors reached their hands up inside me and pulled them out...one by one. From what I remember, this went on for over an hour and people were coming out of their hospital rooms because of what they were hearing. Needless to say, I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs in excruciating pain again. They filled a tub about 2/3 of the way full with golf ball sized blood clots. After it was all over, I just wanted to sleep. I should have been bonding with my beautiful newborn babies, but instead I was too weak to even hold them. I finally asked my mom if I was looking at her cross-eyed because I could barely see.
Yet another day later, an intern came into my room almost in a panic because he discovered that I needed a blood transfusion. How did doctors not notice this before an intern? I mean, I was getting my blood drawn every few hours. How come no one was looking at my blood count until two days after the twins were born? Especially with all of the blood clots they had removed...no one cared. He said that each blood draw showed a significant decline in my blood count. I had lost over 2 liters of blood. I signed a bunch of paperwork and the blood transfusion started. I received two transfusions. I am so thankful for the intern because without him, my husband would have come home from Africa to my body in a coffin. The critical need for a blood transfusion explained my extreme weakness and blurred vision. Any longer and my organs would have started to shut down. I HATE YOU, BALBOA NAVAL HOSPITAL.
I stayed another three days and eventually started to feel better and was able to hold my babies. My husband, Chris, had received a red cross message in Africa that I was in bad shape and met the twins when they were exactly one week old. And then, the start of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Postpartum Depression began. This is still something that I struggle with today.
If you made it all the way through the horrific birth story of my twins, thank you. This was not easy to write about. I know it isn't the least bit enjoyable to read, but I needed to get it out so that I can begin to heal. Andrew and Christina are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life and they always will be.
Andrew
Christina
I woke up in a recovery room alone. I remember looking down at my stomach and wondering where my babies were and hoped that they were okay. I was cut from hip to hip and had about 30 staples. Andrew and Christina were a few hours old before I finally met them. A nurse handed them both to me, and they were the most beautiful little babies I had ever seen. I wished that Chris could have been there to see them and to hold them. They were so tiny. I felt weak, so I handed them back to the nurse. I was in so much pain and all I wanted to do was sleep. That night, a nurse forced me out of the bed to stand up. When I stood up, I felt as if my insides were going to drop to the floor. My stomach felt heavy and I felt so frail. The pressure put on my C-section incision was unbearable when standing up.
The next day, my stomach was swelling up and looked like I was pregnant again. A doctor brought in an ultrasound machine to see what was going on and I remember thinking to myself there cannot be a third baby in there that they missed! (With Balboa Naval Hospital's level of competence, this would not have surprised me.) What the doctor saw were hundreds of blood clots inside my uterus. Since the C-section, I was basically hemorrhaging thanks to the incompetent doctors in the OR. Instead of taking me back to the OR to get these clots out in a humane way, I was forced to lay in my hospital bed while doctors reached their hands up inside me and pulled them out...one by one. From what I remember, this went on for over an hour and people were coming out of their hospital rooms because of what they were hearing. Needless to say, I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs in excruciating pain again. They filled a tub about 2/3 of the way full with golf ball sized blood clots. After it was all over, I just wanted to sleep. I should have been bonding with my beautiful newborn babies, but instead I was too weak to even hold them. I finally asked my mom if I was looking at her cross-eyed because I could barely see.
Yet another day later, an intern came into my room almost in a panic because he discovered that I needed a blood transfusion. How did doctors not notice this before an intern? I mean, I was getting my blood drawn every few hours. How come no one was looking at my blood count until two days after the twins were born? Especially with all of the blood clots they had removed...no one cared. He said that each blood draw showed a significant decline in my blood count. I had lost over 2 liters of blood. I signed a bunch of paperwork and the blood transfusion started. I received two transfusions. I am so thankful for the intern because without him, my husband would have come home from Africa to my body in a coffin. The critical need for a blood transfusion explained my extreme weakness and blurred vision. Any longer and my organs would have started to shut down. I HATE YOU, BALBOA NAVAL HOSPITAL.
I stayed another three days and eventually started to feel better and was able to hold my babies. My husband, Chris, had received a red cross message in Africa that I was in bad shape and met the twins when they were exactly one week old. And then, the start of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Postpartum Depression began. This is still something that I struggle with today.
If you made it all the way through the horrific birth story of my twins, thank you. This was not easy to write about. I know it isn't the least bit enjoyable to read, but I needed to get it out so that I can begin to heal. Andrew and Christina are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life and they always will be.
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