ricemoe
11-28-2005, 09:01 PM
Well hello there... my name is Lea, but everyone calls me "Rice". I have been following the boards for a while, as well as other earlier websites related to PPCM over the last couple of years. I was diagnosed with PPCM on September 14th 2001.
I finally decided to post because I hadn't seen any new message in the Post PPCM Babies board in days- thought it was some kind of sign that maybe I should actually post something. I chose this particular group because like many (maybe all) of you, the most severe and devastating part of being a PPCM survivor is being told "NO MORE BABIES".
I am symptom-less, mostly recovered, extremely grateful... BUT ... I am also desperate. I want another baby and can't stop myself from obsessing.. but at the same time I can't bring myself to do what I know I need to do before I get pregnant (docs, tests, weight, will... the list goes on). Part of me is hoping that I get pregnant "by accident" so I don't have to hear from all the negative docs- AND I DON'T WANT TO WAIT ANYMORE. I want my cake and I want to eat it too. I have no problem doing what it takes, but I can't bear all of the negativity.
I have recently gotten all new doctors- who will not give me birth control until I submit to a trillion tests, so I am currently "carefully unprotected". They will also not discuss another baby with me. Docs are so undereducated with regards to PPCM that most of the time I feel like I know more about it than they do.
So I have taken the approach that fate will take its course and I will be fine... the combined stress of worrying about getting pregnant, while worrying that I would actually get pregnant, was truly beginning to drive me and my husband crazy. So we decided to STOP worrying and let nature take its course. We are not trying to get pregnant, but we are also not 100% protected.
So this is where I am at- In denial and sitting on the fence so to speak…
For those of you who would like to know... my pregnancy was horrible, I gained 100 pounds and was induced at 34 weeks when I had a BP of 185/115. I delivered my son (very healthy, but small at 5 lbs 2 oz, 18.5") During my pregnancy I suffered multiple symptoms including elevated BP at 4 months prego. I was under the care of an OB team as well as perinatologists. I went to the hospital several times for SOB during the 4 weeks before delivering, but was given nebulizers (for asthma) as treatment. No one believed me- when I gained 11 pounds in two days my doctor asked me what I had been eating. In reality, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep... I couldn't do anything. I mean anything. I believe I was in heart failure for at least the 4 weeks before I delivered. I complained of extraordinary weight gain, swelling, fast heart beat that I could feel in my neck, extreme tiredness- all dismissed as normal pregnancy symptoms, exaggerated by being overweight. The docs would not diagnose or do anything until I spilled protein in my urine, suspecting possible pre-eclampsia.
By the week I delivered I could no longer walk or bath myself... terrible.
At any rate, I delivered via c-section after being on magnesium for 24 hours because my son's hand was coming out first. I was on lasix and magnesium after delivery and felt great again within days. I was sent home with only orders for iron supplements.
My diagnosis didn't come for about 12 weeks later and several trips to the ER- I was misdiagnosed SEVERAL times. Finally, the week of Sept 11th, I hadn't slept for days... would not take lunch from work because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to make it to my car. I walked into the emergency room thinking- this is it. Either they have to figure out what is wrong with me or I am going to die.
I was admitted to the women's health ward of a major NJ hospital- I mention this only because it stresses the importance of education regarding PPCM and women's heart issues- The nurses on my floor were absolutely ignorant- they kept telling me that I was depressed because of Sept 11th and because I just had a baby- they kept trying to give me valium. Meanwhile I was restless, having jaw, shoulder, chest and arm pain- I refused the valium and insisted that my body was trying to tell me something. I was throwing up bile and my head felt like it was going to split. I called my internist from the hospital, crying- I remember telling him that I hurt so bad I wanted to die. He reamed out the nurses and ordered a heart enzyme test. Upon getting the results I was given morphine and shipped off to the heart floor where I spent about 2 weeks in a private room.
Long story short, my ef was 18% and my LV was enlarged- leaking valves, etc. I was put on lasix, BP medicine, altace and a beta blocker. Docs told my family that I would be lucky to live a year and OBS wouldn't go near me... can't figure that one out.
For many months I was depressed, moody... you all know. After nine months I took myself off of everything... without consulting my docs and started taking heart healthy supplements that I had researched. I have had Echos, but I have not seen a cardiologist in about 3 years and my last echo was 1 1/2 years ago. My EF was up to about 40%, I think... and my heart is still mildly dilated (as far as I know). There was a HUGE improvement over the first year...
I feel terrible, admitting it... but I was (and still am) in somewhat serious denial... I have it but I don't, ya know?
I am a professional and work many hours... I went back to work when my son was 7 weeks old and the only time I have missed was when I was in the hospital and initially diagnosed. Keep on keepin' on is my motto.
So what is my point? I don't know. I need to go to the docs. I want another baby. I want to finally tell my story to women who get it. I want PPCM to stop getting in the way of my life.
I am afraid to go to the doctors, but know it is the first step to having another baby, if at all.
I just can't handle all of the negative responses from the doctors regarding another baby...they do not even want to discuss this with me.
So thanks for giving me the chance to introduce myself and the space to rant. In all honesty, after reading my post- I realize I have no idea how healthy I am, with regards to my heart.
You’re all moms, so maybe I need some motherly advice.
Regards,
Rice
I finally decided to post because I hadn't seen any new message in the Post PPCM Babies board in days- thought it was some kind of sign that maybe I should actually post something. I chose this particular group because like many (maybe all) of you, the most severe and devastating part of being a PPCM survivor is being told "NO MORE BABIES".
I am symptom-less, mostly recovered, extremely grateful... BUT ... I am also desperate. I want another baby and can't stop myself from obsessing.. but at the same time I can't bring myself to do what I know I need to do before I get pregnant (docs, tests, weight, will... the list goes on). Part of me is hoping that I get pregnant "by accident" so I don't have to hear from all the negative docs- AND I DON'T WANT TO WAIT ANYMORE. I want my cake and I want to eat it too. I have no problem doing what it takes, but I can't bear all of the negativity.
I have recently gotten all new doctors- who will not give me birth control until I submit to a trillion tests, so I am currently "carefully unprotected". They will also not discuss another baby with me. Docs are so undereducated with regards to PPCM that most of the time I feel like I know more about it than they do.
So I have taken the approach that fate will take its course and I will be fine... the combined stress of worrying about getting pregnant, while worrying that I would actually get pregnant, was truly beginning to drive me and my husband crazy. So we decided to STOP worrying and let nature take its course. We are not trying to get pregnant, but we are also not 100% protected.
So this is where I am at- In denial and sitting on the fence so to speak…
For those of you who would like to know... my pregnancy was horrible, I gained 100 pounds and was induced at 34 weeks when I had a BP of 185/115. I delivered my son (very healthy, but small at 5 lbs 2 oz, 18.5") During my pregnancy I suffered multiple symptoms including elevated BP at 4 months prego. I was under the care of an OB team as well as perinatologists. I went to the hospital several times for SOB during the 4 weeks before delivering, but was given nebulizers (for asthma) as treatment. No one believed me- when I gained 11 pounds in two days my doctor asked me what I had been eating. In reality, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep... I couldn't do anything. I mean anything. I believe I was in heart failure for at least the 4 weeks before I delivered. I complained of extraordinary weight gain, swelling, fast heart beat that I could feel in my neck, extreme tiredness- all dismissed as normal pregnancy symptoms, exaggerated by being overweight. The docs would not diagnose or do anything until I spilled protein in my urine, suspecting possible pre-eclampsia.
By the week I delivered I could no longer walk or bath myself... terrible.
At any rate, I delivered via c-section after being on magnesium for 24 hours because my son's hand was coming out first. I was on lasix and magnesium after delivery and felt great again within days. I was sent home with only orders for iron supplements.
My diagnosis didn't come for about 12 weeks later and several trips to the ER- I was misdiagnosed SEVERAL times. Finally, the week of Sept 11th, I hadn't slept for days... would not take lunch from work because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to make it to my car. I walked into the emergency room thinking- this is it. Either they have to figure out what is wrong with me or I am going to die.
I was admitted to the women's health ward of a major NJ hospital- I mention this only because it stresses the importance of education regarding PPCM and women's heart issues- The nurses on my floor were absolutely ignorant- they kept telling me that I was depressed because of Sept 11th and because I just had a baby- they kept trying to give me valium. Meanwhile I was restless, having jaw, shoulder, chest and arm pain- I refused the valium and insisted that my body was trying to tell me something. I was throwing up bile and my head felt like it was going to split. I called my internist from the hospital, crying- I remember telling him that I hurt so bad I wanted to die. He reamed out the nurses and ordered a heart enzyme test. Upon getting the results I was given morphine and shipped off to the heart floor where I spent about 2 weeks in a private room.
Long story short, my ef was 18% and my LV was enlarged- leaking valves, etc. I was put on lasix, BP medicine, altace and a beta blocker. Docs told my family that I would be lucky to live a year and OBS wouldn't go near me... can't figure that one out.
For many months I was depressed, moody... you all know. After nine months I took myself off of everything... without consulting my docs and started taking heart healthy supplements that I had researched. I have had Echos, but I have not seen a cardiologist in about 3 years and my last echo was 1 1/2 years ago. My EF was up to about 40%, I think... and my heart is still mildly dilated (as far as I know). There was a HUGE improvement over the first year...
I feel terrible, admitting it... but I was (and still am) in somewhat serious denial... I have it but I don't, ya know?
I am a professional and work many hours... I went back to work when my son was 7 weeks old and the only time I have missed was when I was in the hospital and initially diagnosed. Keep on keepin' on is my motto.
So what is my point? I don't know. I need to go to the docs. I want another baby. I want to finally tell my story to women who get it. I want PPCM to stop getting in the way of my life.
I am afraid to go to the doctors, but know it is the first step to having another baby, if at all.
I just can't handle all of the negative responses from the doctors regarding another baby...they do not even want to discuss this with me.
So thanks for giving me the chance to introduce myself and the space to rant. In all honesty, after reading my post- I realize I have no idea how healthy I am, with regards to my heart.
You’re all moms, so maybe I need some motherly advice.
Regards,
Rice