This year was my 2nd Mother’s Day and really only the 1st one that I had the ability to enjoy. Last year, during the weekend of Mother’s Day I was still recovering from kidney failure. Just 2 weeks prior I had spent a few days in the ER (and then was transported to the “sick” portion of the hospital) after a routine visit with my Kidney Doctor.
After I delivered my son Avery, my kidneys immediately went into shock and failure. I spent 3 weeks in the hospital trying to regain my strength and battling various infections.
I begged and begged my Kidney doctor to release me everyday and one day she did. And it was probably too soon because just a couple of weeks later, I was back in the hospital.
I initially went to the ER because I was very weak and dizzy. Often fainting in the shower and just not having general strength.
I thought this was a result of having your abdomen sliced vertical and horizontal from a very abnormal c-section. I had fibroids that apparently were in the way during my c-section and tubal ligation so I had to be cut both horizontally and vertically in a plus sign shape.
Also, I was on very strict bed rest for 4 weeks leading up to the early c-section. This caused severe muscle loss and going into a c-section, you’re supposed to have leg strength and general muscle strength. So I guess I was already doomed.
The entire time, I thought I was feeling weak and unstable because of the bed rest, or maybe even the way I was cut for my c-section, but I had finally become aware of the severe anemia that I had developed. My blood count was so low that I needed a blood transfusion to feel better.
I went to the ER, per doctors orders, for a blood transfusion. Apparently blood transfusions are very risky and even though they test the bloods they receive, you are still at risk for contracting HIV and a host of other diseases. Because of this, the head doctor of the ER refused to give me a blood transfusion and instead felt that it was better for me to just live with the feelings of weakness, dizziness, fainting, etc.
I had a newborn baby (8 weeks old) and couldn’t even hold him as much as I wanted to because I was instructed not to hold him when I had any feelings weakness or dizziness. And I had those feelings often.
While I was in the ER, I was told that I had a lot of other things going on as a result of the c-section. I learned that I had a bladder infection and would need to wear a catheter and a lot of other bizarre things.
When I finally got discharged from the hospital, I had so many doctors I had to see every week that it was insane. I remember going to this Hemoglobin (blood) doctor and being the youngest patient in the waiting room. It seemed like every doctors office I went to had tons of very old people with Cancer. And then me. It was scary. I would often think, at least these people lived their life. I have a newborn to raise. These appointments lasted for about 2 months. And during this time, my maternity leave ended and I had to return to work.
So this year was really the first Mother’s Day for me to get to enjoy. Avery and I spent the day with my Mother, Sister, Step-Sister, Brother, and family. I cooked all the food and that was exhausting. I won’t be doing that again. Next year I’m going to kick my feet up and relax and really do Mother’s Day right.
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Congratulations on your recovery and adorable baby! My uncle had congenital kidney disease and four kidney transplants, so your story caught my eye. Medicine has come a long way since the 60’s, but kidney disease can still be scary! I’m so glad you are doing well.
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Thank you so much Sarah! I am so sorry to hear about your Uncle. Kidney Disease is a very scary disease and I’m happy to hear that your Uncle was able to get a transplant. There is a shortage of donors today so getting a transplant is much more difficult. When I added my name to the list, I was told that the wait would be approximately 10 years! By the grace of God, my kidney functionality has vastly improved since then but in another 10 years, who knows what my story will be. I pray that I can live the rest of my life without dialysis or a transplant and thank you again for your well wishes.