The Hospital Left Me To Die...
If I had died on June 17, I would have left behind my 5 day old newborn baby.
In 2014, two different hospitals dismissed a life threatening infection, one of which is known as one of the best hospitals in my state.
I almost died...
Let me tell you why.
It all started in October of 2013, we found out some exciting news! We were going to be first time parents. As most expecting parents, both of us were beyond eager to hold our beautiful baby for the very first time. I did everything I could during the pregnancy to ensure that the baby would be as healthy as possible. On June 12th of 2014, the day had finally come. I arrived at the hospital around 1 in the afternoon. Before we all knew it, it was time to push!
During the delivery, I remember telling the nurse that something was wrong. The most excruciating pain suddenly started happening in my side. "Oh the baby is just turned a little, that is why you feel the pain", she said. Okay, you are the professional so let me just get back to my job of pushing out this baby. A few hours pass and I delivered a healthy beautiful baby girl! Shortly after the delivery my stomach was hurting immensely, I tried to move around in the bed to get a bit more comfortable but I couldn't move. My legs would barely work. I had to have my family pull me up in the bed. At this point we know that obviously something is severely wrong.
My family spoke to the nurse at least 10 times. Each time the nurse would say, "She just had a baby, of course she will feel pain." Are you kidding me? I just delivered a baby natural with zero medication, yes I know what the hell pain is. This, this was different. With absolutely zero help from the staff in the hospital, I assumed it was normal just as they had said. Around 2am, my husband was sleeping and I didn't want to bother the awesome nurses so I somehow managed to make it to the bathroom on my own. Bad Idea! I passed out in the bathroom. Do you know what I did when I woke up? I scooted my way back to my bed and climbed in.
I just had a baby. This is normal.
Repeating in my head, "I just had a baby, this is normal." I finally fell asleep. When I was woken up by the nurse, things had taken a turn for the worst. My bottom half of my body was swollen so bad and I was pale. So pale that they immediately knew something was wrong. FINALLY! They rushed the results from my blood work and sent me for a scan. A team of doctors and nurses come in to my room and say, "You are internally bleeding, we have an ambulance on the way to transfer you to Johns Hopkins. We are sorry that we did not listen to you last night." Oh, really?
This is just a nightmare. My now 1 day old baby is being released early from the hospital so that she can go home with her father. I'm a wreck. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. I just want my baby. I finally arrive to the second hospital, they tell me that I have a large hematoma. The pain that I felt during delivery was a blood vessel popping. I couldn't move my bottom half because the blood was collecting into one spot, which is why it was considered a hematoma. I was pale and I passed out because I was constantly losing blood. They immediately gave me a blood transfusion. My husband brought our baby to the hospital and stayed with her. That way I wouldn't worry as much and I could hopefully get some rest. They tell me that the hematoma should go away on its own and I just needed to be monitored for a few days. Awesome, I can do this. My baby is here and after the blood transfusion, my vitals leveled out a bit. A few days later, after denying us a second scan to check the size of this thing, they send me home.
By the time I got home, it was rather late at night. I was extremely weak but I assumed that was normal after what my body was going through. I go to sleep, wake up the next morning and my husband had already left for work. Oh, shit. It's happening again. I was so weak that I yet again could not even pick my baby up. I could barely even stand up. I called my husband and my sister hysterically crying. I was then rushed to a third hospital because there was just no way I was going back to the other two. We tell them everything that was going on and they checked my temperature. It was high! I was rushed back into a room.
This is bad, really bad.
They knew something that I didn't know, just from looking at me and knowing the history of what just happened. A nurse rushes in and immediately hooked me up to three large bags of fluid, raising the bags as high as the pole would allow them so that it would drip faster. The heart monitor that they hooked me up to is going off the wall, beeping non stop. My heart rate was so immensely high that I thought my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Two other nurses are at this point drawing several vials of blood from both arms. What is going on? Im only 22, I just had a baby. This shouldn't be happening.
She might not make it...
My husband, newborn baby, mother and sister are all waiting outside of the room. After the doctor comes in to speak to me, the nurse explains to my family what is going on. She told them, "She has sepsis which a very bad blood infection. Had she waited just one more hour to come to the ER, she wouldn't have arrived alive. You might want to prepare now because she still might not make it." Im so weak and so tired at this point, I don't shed a tear. This was a whole different level of a near death experience. My organs had started to shut down. My body was giving up. I will never be able to put into words what it feels like when your body starts to shut down, what it feels like when you're dying.
They had already given me a high dose of antibiotics, they admit me to the hospital and take me to a room. They tell me that the only thing that they can do is pump me with antibiotics. The gave antibiotics through my IV for three days, I was weak but I wasn't giving up. I was told that I couldn't leave until I was fever free for 24 hours. I'm emotionally a wreck because I was away from my newborn. I'm scared and my family is scared, I have nothing left that I can do but pray. After 5 days in this third and final hospital, my fever is gone. Still weak but I was up and walking. I eventually made it home to my husband and our baby. Still to this day I am absolutely terrified to even think about having a second child but I am forever grateful that I am still here with my family. I am still here to share my story with Steemit.
Never Give Up!
Of course, we will face difficult times in life that we cannot change. No matter how much we fight for what we want. However, we should still make that fight worth it. I never gave up the fight and my family never gave up hope. You shouldn't either.
Never, never, never give up hope.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my story!
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