Life after Hellp Syndrome – Hygiene

As he said Erica Rimlinger

In the summer of 2015, I had great news to share with my friends, my family and all my clients hairstyling: I was pregnant. My husband and I were so excited that we met our first child. I was 32 years old and healthy, and pregnancy was great.

During the 18th week of my pregnancy, I worked when I felt a new unknown and serious pain just below my breasts in the center of my cage. I rejected the feeling as indigestion, but as the day wore, the pain became worse and I had a hard time standing. Before that, I had no discomfort with pregnancy. I knew that this serious pain was not right, so I went home, called my husband and my doctor and with the doctor’s advice, we headed to the hospital.

In the hospital, our baby was okay, my blood was ok and sent me home with instructions to call if something changed. The pain continued and aggravated all night and the following days. A trip back to the hospital gave a diagnosis gallstones. Since I was told that it was not safe to have surgery after the 20th week of pregnancy, I immediately went to surgery to remove my gallbladder.

I woke up from surgery to the same pain I was before. In fact, now I had surgical pain on the top of the pain under my cage. I had headaches and fatigue and I couldn’t keep food down, so I called my surgeon and Obstetrician (OB) To ask if that was normal. The gall bladder surgeon thought they sounded like normal pregnancy symptoms, but my OB didn’t. I was admitted to the hospital again.

Even when the test after the test did not return to the diagnosis, my OB was looking for a relentless cause. I will always be grateful for that because I began to doubt my instincts. Since this was my first pregnancy, I thought maybe this is exactly how pregnancy is for me.

Then a blood test revealed the source of my misery: I had HELLP syndromeAnd I had to deliver the baby right away, at 21 weeks of pregnancy. My husband and I were shocked, confused and we had no idea what Hellp syndrome was. Doctors quickly explained that it is a rare pregnancy complication that breaks down red blood cells, increases liver enzymes and reduces platelet. It is not cured, it can be fatal for mom and baby, and the only effective treatment is the immediate delivery of the baby.

My husband tried to disagree with the doctor. He pulled the doctor in the hallway and asked, “What is happening? The baby cannot survive at 21 weeks.” The doctor simply explained the situation. If the baby is not delivered now, the baby and I will both die. If the baby was born now, he will probably die, but I will live. There were no good choices, and the watch hit. At that point, I could have a stroke and died at any time.

We rushed to work and tradition, where I came immediately. I was in a pharmaceutical fog. I couldn’t believe this was a real life. When the baby arrived, we called him Brixton. He never drew breathing.

2015

I strongly remember holding Brixton, with my sister and my husband gathering. Nurses had completed his small body in a blanket. During this short hour we had with him, I felt strongly that God was with us. I had an overwhelming sense of love, peace and gratitude for this baby who made me a mother.

After birth, my blood pressure arrived and I had to take medicines for weeks to control it. Coming out of the hospital work and surrender unit, I asked mothers to leave with a baby in their arms surrounded by smiling family members. I was sick, medicinal, miserable and thought, “I will never do it again.”

At home, we mourned the loss of our child. My milk came in and I was afraid to get back to work and make the horrible story all day. I had to know, why did this happen to me?

HELLP syndrome is rare. Even more rarely is one of his potential causes: an autoimmune disorder called Antiphospholipide Syndrome (APS). This blood disorder is often diagnosed up to a stroke or HELLP syndrome makes his presence known. I learned that I had APS and that it ran to my family.

Over time, faith in God and a lot of healing, our pain for the loss of Brixton was eventually healed. We decided that we would try to have another baby now that we knew how to control my APs.

I was just as terrified and excited when I saw the positive pregnancy test, but pregnancy went without a surface, except how closely she watched. I regularly saw a hematologist as well as a high -risk OB, and I had tons of ultrasound. Recalling what happened the last time, we told people about pregnancy much later.

2024

My son Elliott, now 8 years old, was a blessing from God. I didn’t have a bad test result during all my months in the blood. I was caused at 39 weeks and the work went as perfect as it could. Encouraged, we decided to have another baby.

Our next son, Hunter, arrived in May 2020 during the pandemic lock. Pregnancy went smoothly again, thanks to medical care, but in 37 weeks of pregnancy, I was sitting on the couch and my vision. I didn’t expect. I called my doctor who told me to go straight to the hospital. There, we found that my blood pressure was high. I was immediately caused to prevent a complete recurrence of Hellp syndrome and my son and I quickly recovered from birth.

I don’t want to scare pregnant women by sharing Brixton’s story, but I hope I knew about Hellp’s syndrome when I was pregnant. The debate on pregnancy risks may be frightening, but open conversations can help women become better supporters for themselves. For this reason, I am pleased to talk about the experience of our family. May prevent another woman from getting sick and coming as close to death as I did.

Every year at Brixton’s birthday, my husband and I quietly recognize our first son. I occasionally look at Brixton’s images and the little hat he wore when we were holding him for the first and last time. Every year, our memories of our baby Rainbow lose a little more than their sting and are replaced instead with a little more joy. I will never stop feeling love and gratitude for my first baby and his place in our family.

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