The year was 2013, I was 24 years old, and 26 weeks pregnant. I was living in Shreveport, LA at the time. This was my very first pregnancy and I was already pretty nervous. I had no family around, so I really didn't have a support system. On the night of December 15, 2013, I began to have chest pain. Throughout the night the pain had gotten worse. On December 16, 2013, I got ready for work and could barely drive or lean back in the seat because I was in so much pain. I just assumed it would stop after a while. At work a couple of hours pass and I decided to call the doctor. I described the pain, they asked questions, and told me to come in right away. My co-worker drove me to my doctor's office and my urine was tested immediately. My protein levels were high and so was my blood pressure. Now before this my pregnancy was going great with no issues. I was then admitted into the hospital to be monitored for 24 hours. A few techs had to come in to draw blood because my veins kept "blowing." I was poked everywhere that you can possibly be poked to try and get blood. Needless to say, lab results came back and I was told that I was extremely sick and the baby had to come out NOW! I was hysterical and didn't know what to do. I was transported by ambulance to a hospital with a NICU. Once I arrived my blood was drawn again and I was told that I had gotten sicker really fast. My platelet count was dropping fast and my kidneys were starting to shut down. I was rushed to surgery and my daughter was taken out. Later on I was told that my daughter was growth restricted and was the size of a 23 week baby. She had to stay in the NICU for 2 months and 8 days. She caught up to size by the time she was a year old. She is now 8 years old and doing well. After I had her I was told that if I was to have another child the pregnancy wouldn't make it past 21 weeks. Luckily I have had 2 children since and carried them both to 40 weeks with no health issues.