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Reduced Movements to heart trauma.

Feb 4, 2019 | Uncategorized

It was early 2017 when little Marny’s story began.

His pregnancy wasn’t the most simple, or the least dramatic.
Severe SPD, more than one round of reduced movements amongst other things.

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At 30 weeks I had a huge thump pain in my back, unlike any pain I’d had previously. Immediately after, my chest had pain that took my breath away.
I was already getting ready to head off to the hospital with my 4 year old son, Zishan by my side, because of Marnys reduced movements (again). Id not felt normal after these chest and back pains, so I was looking forward to getting to hospital quickly.
We worry enough when it comes to pregnancy, so this was another one the list of things alongside reduced movements.
We arrived at the Maternity unit and headed upstairs to the reception.

I told the receptionist my name and immediately I collapsed in full view of my son. Suddenly a handful of nurses came to run to help me into a wheelchair. What happened? I’ve never collapsed before? Reduced movements were not the only worry I had now.

Once wheeled into the unit, I was put straight into one of the beds and hooked up to the wires to check on baby and I.
I had no choice but to stay calm, my 4 year old relied on me to keep the situation one that isn’t scary. Trust me, that’s pretty hard when your heart is racing ten to a dozen.

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Doctors came and went, each with a concerned look upon their faces, but I just thought ‘this is the Dr look, they can’t give anything away’. I felt calm and safe, I was in the right place to collapse after all.

With the monitors beeping more so than Id noticed before, I asked if I was ok.
‘We’ll be with you shortly, a specialist in cardiology is on their way down to you’.
What? A specialist? Cardiology? I only came in for reduced movements, is he ok?

Zishan (then 4) stayed so perfectly by my side. Sat with his spiderman lunch box and action hero toys, he was happy enough.

reduced movementsLittle Z helped the midwives with their checks on his baby brother.

By this time, my husband was made aware that it was more serious than first thought. Marny had got us into hospital for a reason, it was fate. Those reduced movements were meant to happen that day. I’m forever thankful. If I had collapsed at home, Id have maybe put it down to tiredness I suppose.

When the cardiologist arrived, she had a look of concern on her face. Confused, I asked her what was happening.

‘We’ve found ketones in your urine, along with something else’.

Now, it’s been over 3 years, I can’t remember what exactly she said after, it was kind of a ‘What, me?’ kind of blur.
My husband arrived not long after, and they explained the situation to him, along with the fact I would be admitted for the night.

I’d not been away from my boys before really, so this hit me hard. Being there to put them to sleep was what I did (alongside my husband), but that wouldn’t happen that night. At least Marnys reduced movements has subsided and he was back to giving me beautiful wiggles.

Evening came and one of the nurses came into my room. I asked her what was going on as I wasn’t told. She looked at me with a complete straight face and made me aware that this was serious.

As the days went on, I was kept in. I admit, I was scared.

With little wifi and so much time to just sit around with my thoughts, I drove myself crazy. Still, I had edits to do, so I sat on my bed making sure my clients images were completed in time. what else was I suppose to do.
During the day, my husband would bring our two little men to come and see me, they brightened up HDU no end, the Drs fell completely in love with them, who wouldn’t?

 

2 days later, I was still on the ward, still with no answers but my heart continued to sit at 130 BPM. They simply couldn’t find a reason for it.

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The next question we were asked was one we had to really think about. A scary choice, but one we simply had to make.

Another specialist had stayed after her shift to try and get to the bottom of what was happening. They asked if we would say yes to a CT scan. The problem with this was it had risks. It would mean a 13% increased risk of cancer for Marny and I. But they suspect I had torn my aorta so really, we saw no choice.

In I went, first a VQ for the suspected clot in my lung, then down for a CT scan. I remember going down the halls in the wheelchair like it was yesterday. Everything was silent. The halls were bare. It was around 11pm at night and I was so tired from the constant fast beating of my heart.

The warm sensation that went through my body was one that wasn’t comfortable at all. Laid straight on my back with my enormous bump weighing down on me, I couldn’t wait for it to end.

After the CT scan, I was taken back up to my bed (on the High Dependancy Unit) to get some rest. It seemed as soon as I’d closed my eyes, I was woken again. But for good reason. The nurse knew how scared I was, they’d seen me cry enough, that’s for sure.

It was 5am, and I was told the news. ‘Your aorta is in tact! I really wanted to let you sleep but I know you needed to know’. I just wanted to hug her. I could breathe at last, and the thought of heading into surgery could now leave my mind.

I was allowed to leave the next day, a week after first arriving at hospital. A week that I didn’t expect to stay in HDU.

My Husband would agree, this was the scariest time of our lives together thus far. We just did not know if I was ok.
I left with news of a heart murmur but also that my heart trauma could happen again. There was no way they could tell me it won’t.

Fast forward 9 weeks later…

Reduced movementsPhoto by the ever wonderful and extremely talented James Heffernan at Funky Pixel Photography 

I’d had two emergency sections before but Marny was the first planned section and the first I’d been lucky enough to watch be born. the time was here, we were finally about to meet our boy. I had part of the team that looked after me with my heart trauma and reduced movements in theatre which I found calming. The drapes were lowered, the camera was ready and out he came!

He was born 9th June 2015 at 9:44am, a healthy 6lbs 10 oz. The third boy born into our little brood.

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All in all, I’m glad it was me who had the pain, the drama and not him. Thankful for the reduced movements that day. One day I’ll tell him of his crazy time in my bump, but for now, he can enjoy being three and be the crazy little pickle he is.

My little man then went on to have many newborn sessions and continues to have his own crazy little adventures with his brothers in various hospital stays. But don’t worry, they’re all in good health now.

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