So I never really talked much about my birth story. I doubt many people care but its something I've wanted to get off my

chest.

At 28 weeks pregnant I was at work one night. All of a sudden I had a huge headache, I felt nausea, my vision was blurred, and my left side went numb. A fellow nurse at work took my blood pressure and it was somewhere around 160/100. I went to the ER. Blood pressure was still high, urine protein test showed 163. (Preeclampsia is 300) CJ was fine but I was diagnosed with Gestational Hypertension. Followed up with my OB, she decided to start monitoring it but wasnt terribly concerned.

The next weekend at work, it happened again. A little worse this time. The nurses made me go to the ER again. CJ was fine so they sent me home after several hours. Did a home 24 hour urine test but this time it had jumped to 600. Officially preeclamptic.

At 30 weeks, I was being seen weekly with ultrasounds every week. I was seeing an OB as well as a highrisk maternal fetal doctor. I was at the hospital 3 to 4 days a week keeping an eye on CJ.

Over the next two weeks I did another urine test, this time the results had jumped to 2400. I was also diagnosed with low amniotic fluid and CJ was borderline IUGR.

Friday December 7th we went to the maternal fetal doctor, CJs fluid was low and we was only measuring at close to 10 percent in weight. The doctor decided then that I was going to be admitted and monitored until we had CJ. We went home prepared for a lengthy hospital stay, then went and got checked in.

At this point I had a headache going on 16 days straight. I had already been admitted to the hospital 5 times before this.

A severe headache that is not relieved by medication is a sign of severe preeclampsia. I was worried, I was scared.

The next two days they tried several combinations of medication to get rid of my headache hoping to make it as far as we could in the pregnancy.

Sunday December 9th, I had an abnormal nonstress test so they followed up with an ultrasound that looked normal. I still had a headache but thought we were in the clear for another day. The nurse made me take a nap not allowing anyone in my room for several hours. Rudy went home to check on the dogs so I could sleep.

At 230pm I woke up and the nurse came in. She asked about my headache. I told her it wasnt any better. 15 minutes later there were 3 nurses 2 doctors and several other people coming in and out of my room prepping me for an emergency csection. Im freaking out trying to get ahold of Rudy. Hoping he will make it in time. He literally made it like two minutes before they were taking me into the OR.

At 3:33 my handsome man was born. Screaming. Breathing. Beautiful.

Even being early he made it.. He was okay. He was strong.

I have and am battling with feeling of guilt. Being incomplete. Though it sucks to feel like I couldve or should've done something different, I am so thankful he is here.

Almost three months strong!

If you've made it this far. Bless you. ❤

Birth and pregnancy are a beautiful thing. They come in all different ways. Every mother is strong.