Never in a million years did I ever think I’d end up how I did. Only 10 days after giving birth I found myself back in the hospital. It started with an unusual headache that lasted for two days and went away. It later returned with chest pains and me gasping for air. Thankfully, I got to the hospital when I did because when they asked, “Do you usually have a low heartbeat?” I knew something wasn’t right.
I was warned multiple times before I was discharged to go home – after giving birth – not to hesitate to come back if I noticed certain things. Some of those things were what I recently named so, naturally, I thought the worst. Honestly, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE. That is the reason I wanted to go to the hospital to begin with. I just had a baby and have two other kids that depend on me, can you blame me?
I didn’t experience much of anything with my oldest two aside from swelling and postpartum depression. Never thought it could ever get worse than that either. The most I’ve dealt with from my youngest was depression while pregnant, but that was it. The shortness of breath and pains in my vagina were all considered “normal” per those who evaluated me while pregnant. I mentally prepared myself for my postpartum experience this time around because I did not want to deal with postpartum depression at all. I didn’t want to feel anything negative and sure enough I was doing great.
Until I wasn’t …
Around Saturday, September 4, 2021 I started feeling down. I was already emotional about everything but it wasn’t depression. Trust me, I know, I’ve been dealing with depression itself since 2015. The migraine started Monday, September 6, 2021 but I didn’t start tracking it until the next day. I get migraines due to my vision but noise never bothers me or makes it worse so that was the first sign for me. I laid in bed with an ice pack on my head and no relief. By Tuesday (September 7, 2021) afternoon it started to go away and I felt okay by Wednesday. Thursday morning I woke up feeling like an elephant was sitting on my chest but I thought it was my breast. I’m not sure about anyone else but when you nurse you more than likely get engorged and know how heavy your breast can get. For me, my breast get so heavy that they legit start to feel like weights so that’s what I though it was until I sat up. That evening I went to the ER by 7:50-ish and the next thing I knew I was being admitted for postpartum preeclampsia.