at least my baby is okay!
Mamas, I’ve posted in other groups but have never taken the time to tell you guys my story. My second sweet little babe, Maisie, was born during an emergency c-section at 35 weeks. 7 pounds of perfection. She spent a few hours in the NICU because she was working hard to breath, but was in my room by the next day. Fast forward a week. I’m sitting at the dinner table with friends, and get the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt in my knee. By the time they leave an hour later, I can’t bear any weight and my husband had to basically carry me upstairs. 
Thankfully, my best friend was coming to visit the next day. By the time she arrived, I was completely out of it and my husband had to take me to the ER. My temp. Was 104.4, and I was admitted into the ICU. They packed me on ice and cooling blankets but my temp didn’t budge, nor did the pain in my knee.
My fever stayed steady between 103-105 for an entire week. I had a PICC line placed and started on antibiotics (vanco) for a MRSA infection in my blood, which turned into Seosis. The infection was so bad that it worked it’s way into my right femur causing the pain. After 2 weeks in the ICU I was discharged with a PICC and a home care nurse and on IV meds 2x daily, so I was hooked up between 5&6 hours a day.
It was hard taking care of a newborn and our 1 year old son and myself, but we managed.
After a week at home I began running high fevers again. They sent me for an MRI and it showed that the infection in my femur had spread. I had to have surgery the next day at a hospital over an hour away.
I had the surgery. They removed a small part of my femur, cleaned it out, and filled my bone with antibiotic beads (vanco). I had a seizure when coming out of surgery so I was again admitted to the I U for 5 days. I came home on a Sunday night.
On Wed my husband had to go away for work, so my parents came down to help with the kids. They live several states away so it was very much appreciated. My husband called at 8:05 AM as he boarded the plane to say he loved me. We hung up. At 8:30, I was lifting my leg up to sit on the bed (while holding my baby) and I heard 3 of the worst snaps imaginable. I screamed, a lot.
The ambulance ride was awful. I was on my 3rd floor and they had to carry my down the stairs in a sheet, then down the hill that is my driveway. I had to switch gurneys for x-rays. I had to take another 2 hour hospital ride to a specialty hospital.
My femur was shattered. I had surgery as soon as I got to the 2nd hospital to put a plate and 14 screws into my leg. The pain was unimaginable and so unexpected.
I spent 7 weeks in the ICU. 7 weeks without my 2 beautiful babies. When I got home it was bittersweet. I had my babies but was very dependent on my husband to help me and them. I was completely nonweightbearing until last week. The worst thing in the world is hearing your baby cry and not being able to get to them.
On sept 26 my husband, baby, and I were coming back from follow up appointments. I was given permission to start weightbeRing. I had my PICC line removed and switched to oral antibiotics. Our car broke down on the interstate. We were pulled all the way in the shoulder, hazards on. Some kid not paying attention hit us doing 70 in a large SUV. Totaled our car. Flipped his several times. My baby, she was in the car. She’s okay. But the thought that she was hurt even for a second made me physically ill.
My already broken leg was reinsured in the crash. Setting me back. But my baby and husband are okay and that’s all that matters.
Turns out I got the original infection during my c-section. The IV meds and meds they put inside my bone I am allergic to, which contributed to the fevers and why my bone broke so easily.
I knew women were strong, but it’s truly incredible what our bodies can handle. I’m alive. LeArning to walk again, eat again, and not feel guilty about missing 7 weeks of my children’s lives. Yesterday I was able to take my family to a fall festival, and walk. The journey is long, and I’ve got a ton of physical and emotional healing to do, but I’m thankful I’m alive to make it.
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