I never thought I would develop Pre-E. I was relatively healthy and active my entire pregnancy, I was a few pounds overweight, but was losing weight and thought nothing of it. I walked 3 miles a day and ate really healthy and kept my stress at a minimum. My grandma had pre-e with both my dad and uncle so it was something I kept in the back of my head. It wasn’t until I rounded out the 3rd trimester feeling sick and exhausted, barely able to do anything else than go to work, walk my dog, and go to bed. My legs/ankles were so swollen almost to a painful point, matter of fact, my whole body was swollen. It was when I took my numbers at home and saw 170/120 that I called me OBGYN when they had me come in and induced me for severe pre-e. I labored for 3 days on a mag drip, and my baby was almost placed in the NICU due to some hypothermia. After a week, I was discharged; baby and I did really well, but I always still carry the fear of what would happen if my blood pressure spikes. I mourn the delivery that pre-e stole from me. This event has made me focus on my overall health and focus on the miracle of modern medicine having saved my baby and I.