Thank you for visiting my 2021 Promise Walk for Preeclampsia fundraising page.
I am grateful for your donations and for your help in spreading the word about preeclampsia. My goal is to help our community raise funds and awareness and save the lives of moms and babies!
Please make a donation to support our efforts to fund education and research into this life-threatening disorder of pregnancy.
2017 was a crazy year for me for sure. The road to pregnancy wasn't an easy one and my world went crazy from the moment I heard that heartbeat for the first time. However all got very intense around Christmas time. I remember our Christmas Eve family party feeling so bad I couldn't move without wanting to puke. I prayed every night that my little one was going to make his entrance and I wasn't going to have to wait until Jan 18 because I felt horrible. Well he didn't want to come on Christmas break so I went back to school like normal on Jan 2, felt horrible and fell asleep probably at about 6pm that night. Then Jan 3 came along and I felt the worst. I had gotten sick all morning and couldn't even keep water down. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. Three times during guided reading lesson I left to puke. (Thank God for TAs who were in my room to help) and finally after about the 6th time a kid asked me if I was okay and I told her yeah, she no longer believed me and went to get help. To my room comes my teammate and special educator- who agreed I wasn't okay. Next thing I know the nurse and admin are in my room with a wheel chair. On on my side, called the doctor, called my mom (my personal L&D nurse) and an hour later I was on my way to the hospital. Where I was admitted and told I was going to have an emergency c-section. I knew from my vitals and that word my mom was scared. (Later that was confirmed when she delievered the news to my crew who was waiting outside) but she kept a smile and supporting nature for me. Hooked up to all sorts of stuff and in a room I was feeling the worst I had ever felt in my life. About an hour later I was laying in a cold operating room and then into my arms they placed my reason for being but I knew that the way I felt I had road of fighting ahead of me. Thankfully a full 24 hours of magnesium and a bunch of naps later and a TON of support (and one of the most scary sleepovers of my cousin's life) we came out okay. We underwent several scary moments, a night under 'lights' for little man where we learned how Houdini stubborn he was, a hard realization that I was not going to be able to breast feed like I planned and a lot of tears and laughs - but we made it out - we were home a week later. Recovery was not easy but through the support of family and friends and my precious baby boy we made it, and we're here to tell the story! Please consider supporting the research to help women not experience this horrendous ordeal. I know that God was watching me because all stories like mine do not have the outcome that I had, so I will do whatever possible to help support women to never have this happen.