Luke said it well that we couldn’t be happier to meet our little peanut but I’d be lying if i said this last week hasn’t also been a bit of a test in flexibility and grace for this A-type planner 😉
To give a little background – about a week prior to delivery I started having really bad middle back pain and numbness in my right hand. I called the nurse and this was normal, baby could be sitting on a nerve, etc. It continued throughout the week but i got some relief with a visit to the chiropractor (I am now hooked ha). Luke and I then traveled on Friday to Virginia for my cousin’s wedding with the rest of my family. I had been having a very normal, healthy pregnancy and was cleared by doctor to go – why sit at home with FOMO over just back pain?
I continued to not feel/sleep well in Virginia, and started to get intense abdominal pain as well. I called my clinic on Saturday before the wedding just to re-confirm this was normal. They said it was tough to diagnose pain over the phone but sounded like a nerve/disc issue. This ultimately ended-up being the best thing for us, if they would have sent us to the ER we would probably still be in VA!
I got to enjoy my cousin’s (beautiful) wedding and flew home on Sunday. I went to the chiropractor again on Monday hoping for some relief again, and headed to my normal OB appointment.
I had Luke drive me and come with me, since the back pain made it hard to drive and I knew something wasn’t quite right. My blood pressure was high, I had protein in my urine, and I was pretty swollen by this point so my doctor sent us immediately (in a cheery yet pointed voice) to the hospital.
From there things start to get hazy, but labs showed I had severe preeclampsia and HELLP, so essentially my blood pressure was crazy and my liver was not functioning well. All combined with crazy platelet counts caused a need for an emergency c-section at 34 weeks 1 day within a couple hours of my appointment.
Despite the eviction notice from my body baby is doing very well (actually she is a rockstar) just needs to grow and get basic (and normal) things like breathing/eating on her own down in the NICU for a few weeks. We channeled my inner Scandinavian roots and named her Anika Elizabeth (Elizabeth after my and Luke’s grandma). She is perfect. Note her name is pronounced Ah-nick-a, we googled how to best spell and got multiple answers so just settled on one N, if it is wrong I’m blaming the magnesium IV i was on when i wrote it down 🙂
Luke and i are now home from the hospital and as I sit here pumping (guess this is the new normal right moms?!) I am feeling extremely grateful.
I can’t thank everyone enough for the calls, texts, thoughts, prayers, visits, everything. And especially my mom/sister who just knew what I needed when i didn’t, and for taking care of our fur baby 🙂
And Luke has been my rock – I’ve felt a bit helpless in my own recovery and he has taken care of everything, even buying nursing stuff at target for me 🙂 Anika and I are lucky to have him.
Overall this has been a very humbling experience and i can’t thank everyone enough for surrounding us and little Anika with support!