I was told for years I would never be able to have a child because of my endometriosis and PCOS, but then I finally found a doctor that was willing to help. I was put on metformin and 3 months later I found out I was 12 weeks pregnant with my son. I was due June 2021.

When my second trimester came around, my primary kept saying my BP was elevated and I needed to mention it to my OBGYN but every time I did they said it was fine. I mentioned how I was swollen constantly, they said to prop my feet up and it would help. So I did. Mind you, my feet couldn’t fit into Crocs, never mind any other shoe, but I trusted my doctor. The week of April 14th came around - it was my moms birthday, and I had a horrible pain in my upper abdomen which I thought was gas. So I tried drinking fizzy drinks, gas X, a heating pad etc. I didn’t want to miss out at work because I needed to save my time for maternity leave, so I pushed through the weekend.

Sunday night came around and I couldn’t take it any more, I almost called for a squad to come get me but my husband who is a deputy was on a bloodhound track looking for a suspect and I didn’t want to worry him. The next morning we went to the hospital and I was immediately admitted with BP 200/180, BP meds being shoved into my IV over and over. I ended up having to be transported two hours north where a NICU was, and they thought I was going to have to give birth that night.

By the time we got to the new hospital my BP dropped and was finally under control, and I was admitted to a room to be watched. The next day they told me they were going to keep me for at least the next three weeks to give my son more time in the womb, but by day 3 that wasn’t the case. I had a headache that wasn’t going away, BP was starting to be uncontrollable again and finally they made the choice to induce me. By that time I was drained, barely ate, swollen, and just had no energy. They decided before inducing me to check my son and make sure he wasn’t breach because the day before he wasn’t, but why would anything be easy? My son decided he was going to flip around, and they found that he was breach. It was then decided I was going to have an emergency C-section.

My son was born at 2lbs 13oz, 15.5 inches and thankfully as healthy as could be. Less than 12 hours later he was off oxygen and overall needed to gain weight. He spent 37 days in the hospital growing, and learning how to take a bottle. I learned through this experience to trust my gut, make the doctor listen to me, because although my care at the hospital was amazing and informative, my OBGYN could have prevented this if she would have just listened to my primary and my concerns. Needless to say I am no longer with that doctor. my son is now 2 & the biggest blessing I could have ever asked for. I had some BP issues after delivery but shortly after they went away. I have now developed an autoimmune disease, psoriasis arthritis, but other than that I’m healthy. My son is as healthy as could be and a normal toddler who loves cars, his dogs, Mickey Mouse, and hugs from mommy and daddy.