In December 2024, I was admitted to the hospital for preeclampsia with severe features at just 33 weeks.

The next week would be one of the hardest of my life. My blood pressure would oscillate between stable and out of control. I experienced extreme swelling, piercing headaches, vision changes, and hearing distortion.

Luckily, our baby was healthy and strong, and we made it to my induction at 34 weeks. After over 24 hours of stalled labor, I had an emergency c-section, and our son was born in respiratory distress.

After his birth I was in hypertensive crisis with a blood pressure of 210/190. Because of the magnesium and risk of seizure, I wasn’t allowed to see my baby in the NICU until the day after he was born; it was beyond heartbreaking.

Preeclampsia robbed me of the magic and joy of childbirth. It stole my agency and left me with trauma that I still haven’t fully processed.

I feel fortunate that my son and I survived this condition. I walk for those who weren't as lucky as I, and for all the survivors impacted by this condition.