My mum and stepfather arrived an hour or so later, they were already making the journey over from the UK for the happy event. Luckily some friends are nearby, and they managed to get to the hospital quickly to support him. I can’t imagine how it must feel to hear that news. My husband arrived at the hospital an hour or so later to find that his wife was in a coma, and his son stillborn. Mathijs was stillborn and was not able to be revived. So, they did what they could to stop my liver haemorrhaging, and my other organs from failing, and then they delivered Mathijs. The Mother always wins that argument apparently. By the time I arrived in the operating room, my condition was so serious that they had to choose to either save me or deliver our son. I convulsed in the lift on the way to theatre – Eclampsia. I didn’t know that at the time of my blood test I had Class 2 HELLP syndrome. What I didn’t remember was the blood test done early that morning. The nurses didn’t laugh with me, little did I know they were struggling because they were panicking – they had limited time to get me to theatre. My next memory is from the following morning the doctor telling me I needed a c-section and giggling to myself as the nurses struggled to put in my IV as it’s a common problem with me. I don’t remember being transferred to the room on the ward, but I do have a vision of me being sick in that room. My blood pressure had been high in the ambulance but was normal during the exam, and no other tests were taken. My husband was sent home, we joked that it would be the last time he got a decent night’s sleep and that he should make the most of it. I was told that labour had started but was at the very early stages, and that it was better to stay in overnight. We called the doctors and went to hospital by ambulance. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but enough to worry me, along with the sickness. Then, in the evening of August 16 th, I had a continuous pain on my right-hand side, over my ribs, and I was sick twice. Each time I was sent home from the hospital. I was impatient to have Mathijs, desperate to be induced early without really knowing why. I saw my osteopath for terrible shoulder pain, we went to the hospital with contractions, and then again for the shoulder pain, and we saw another doctor because I had a strong feeling something was wrong. On the holiday weekend of August 15 th, I felt rough. The pregnancy was great, and what seemed like the following day, I was 40 weeks pregnant with Mathijs. December 2015 saw the start of our 4 th pregnancy, and hopefully a successful one after 3 losses over the prior 18 months.
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