My first pregnancy and it ends up being high risk within the second trimester. Just my luck.
First signs I noticed was the extreme itchy feeling all over my skin and not just on my hands and feet. Had to get bloodwork done and it ends up being cholestasis of pregnancy. Which leads to taking meds three times daily. I was told it’s not normal to be diagnosed this early in my pregnancy. That it usually occurs in the third trimester.
The meds were helping relieve the itch until my third trimester. Oh was I miserable. Going twice weekly for the stress tests and weekly ultrasounds. It was a journey and the itch wouldn’t go away. Day or night. Felt worse during the night. Cold showers weren’t much help either. Days I would cry because I wanted the itch to be over. It was hard staying strong for my baby, my son.
Then came his birth. It was no easy feat either. I was induced at 37 weeks. Being hooked up to IVs all day and night. Almost a week went by with no progress. All that work to just be 1cm dilated. Unfortunately, I started expressing new symptoms. The swelling and the high blood pressure. Yeah now I had preeclampsia. My first pregnancy and it wasn’t going well. My husband the whole time worried for me. As he says it, “Watching me suffer.” I was worried for my baby.
Scheduled for a c-section soon after at 38 weeks. I was nervous and I don’t do well in hospitals due to my history in them. So I was just anxious all day.
During the c-section, looking at the lights on the ceiling, I felt immense drain of my energy. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. I had to try to stay awake. And then I hear him, my sons cries. He’s arrived and I’m so happy. I told my husband to go with him. He gets videos and photos. Then I see my son and he’s beautiful.
Because of my c-section, I had to stay at the hospital for an extra 3 days. But as you guessed it. I got COVID within days of my hospital stay. My son was never once out of my sight. Almost 2 weeks staying at the hospital. I was given the approval to be discharged. I was ready to go home with my son, my husband…my family.



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