Vicki, Howell NJ (2/3)
"I called a nurse-friend who had postpartum hemorrhage and knew the fear, but I didn’t tell anyone else. It was summer, and I was trying to get everything in order for my kids’ school year. Meanwhile, I was dying inside out of fear, but I didn’t feel I could tell anybody. Around the 21-week mark, I got a cold. After two days of intense coughing, I went to the bathroom, and a clot fell onto the ground. My OB was aware of the coughing so when I called, I was told to go straight to the hospital, where they admitted me. This was when they announced me that the accreta had become percreta. I’d stopped bleeding, but my doctor didn’t want to take the chance to send me home. I stayed at the hospital for 86 days before I had my daughter. That was really hard. I had never been away from my kids, and we had to adjust our lives. With my doctors, we had multiple plans. They were all very professional, but nobody ever really asked me how I was feeling. I was the easy patient. I wasn’t pre-term or preeclampsia, I was just a ticking time bomb, waiting to bleed out. During that time, Hurricane Sandy also happened. It was crazy, but we made it to the morning of the surgery. My husband and my dad came in. I don’t think I really said anything. How do you say goodbye? I was rolled to the main OR. Being in the medical field myself, I knew I was in the fight of my life. They started at 11am, and I woke up intubated at 6pm, in the ICU. My brother and my dad came in and handed me my phone. I was able to communicate with them: they said I had a baby girl. I didn’t want sedation, and I also asked them not to tie my hands, but that night was pure torture. By morning, they extubated me, and my husband, then my kids, came in. I also met Molly, my newborn baby. I stayed in the ICU for 18 hours then was transferred to postpartum. The first night there was one of the hardest nights of my life: I was crying because I was in so much pain. I was swollen and couldn’t turn myself in bed. I should have asked someone to stay with me, but as we all know by now, I’m not very good at telling anybody anything. I was miserable, and I had nobody there to help me."