My first pregnancy was a huge surprise. I was working at Publix in the grocery department at the time stocking the dairy cooler. Out of nowhere I started having horrible pains in my upper abdomen to the point I couldn’t even stand up straight. Luckily, I always kept my phone on me so I called my store to get my manager to go to the cooler and messaged my fiancee so he could come get me. My manager told me to go home and get some rest.
I got it into my head that since I had been constipated, laxatives would help me. Um, that didn’t work. By the next day I was in so much pain I was in tears. My fiancee took me to the hospital just for them to say “oh you’re constipated, here’s a shot in the butt.” They sent me home and by midnight I couldn’t even stand up on my own. My fiancee took me back and they did some tests, told me I had ovarian cysts, and told me to follow up with a gynecologist.
So, that’s what I did and I’ll never forget her name was Tiffany. She came in, sat down, and said, “Miss Simpson, I’m gonna assume no one has told you this but you’re pregnant.” I was happy as could be because since I was a little girl I always knew I wanted to be a mother.
I had to see a specialist named Dr. Allaire because my fiancee had a son in his previous marriage who had serious heart issues and ended up having a transplant when he was still only a baby. At 6 months into my pregnancy, we found out our daughter wasn’t gaining weight anymore. At 8 months, she became seriously sick and I was rushed to the hospital. 20 minutes after I arrived, I was taken into surgery. Once they had her out, they cleaned her up, told me to kiss her, and took her away to NICU. All I had really seen was that she had a dark head of hair and I didn’t know if she was gonna be okay.
While I was in recovery, I was told that her issues had corrected themselves. She was put on oxygen as a precaution and had to stay in NICU til they were sure she would be fine. She ended up staying 12 days in NICU. I had been released and since I was on bed rest I couldn’t stay with her, but I visited her everyday. I even walked one day cuz we had a huge ice storm hit and I wasn’t about to go a day without seeing my baby. My 4lbs 15oz baby had lost down to 4lbs 1oz. She was so small and before she was able to be released she ended up having a blood platelet transfusion. By the time she finally came home she weighed 4lbs 6ozes.
Now my sweet girl is 5 yrs old and perfectly healthy. Everyday I’m amazed by how much she’s grown up. In fact, this year she will be starting school and I find myself wondering where the time has gone. I couldn’t imagine a life without my sweet Chastity Rose.
How many other mom’s have had to have a C-section? I would love to hear your stories.