It was a Sunday morning when I started feeling like something was not right. I had a rough first trimester so I didn't think much of it when I felt tired, nauseous and some light chest pain at 22.5 weeks pregnant. I had pretty bad acid reflux prior to pregnancy that got worse during, so I was blaming it on that. Monday and Tuesday I still didn't feel right, but the chest pain would go away after getting out of bed. Wednesday morning 12/23/2020 it didn't go away.
With Christmas a few days away it seemed like a good idea to call my OBGYN that morning to let her know what was going on. She told me "it sounds like reflux, but we don't mess around with pregnant women and chest pain, go get checked out at an Urgent Care". I hung up with her, called my fiancee and told him where I was heading. He asked if he should meet me there and I said "You are busy at work, it is just reflux, I will be fine. I will call you after".
After I checked in at reception they took me back into a room almost right away. I remember the Patient Care Associate saying "You must have said the magic words. You get to ride in this wheel chair". The nurse came in to ask how far along I was and what was wrong. I told her really bad reflux causing chest pain. She left the room to get me GI cocktail and came back in. I drank the medicine while she started taking my vitals. There was a student of some kind with her who put the blood pressure cuff on me. He took my BP and it read 183/104. The nurse asked "are you sure that is the right cuff size for her? Do it again." We switched to the other arm, 185/112. After that I picked up my phone and started texting my sister who delivered early due to pre-eclampsia. Part of me was thinking "everything will be fine" and the other part "I know where this is going".
It wasn't much longer before they called the ambulance to take me down to ALbany Medical Center. By this point my fiancee was with me. When we got to my room on the labor and delivery floor they swabbed me for covid and started labs right away. I didn't even know if they were going to let my fiancee in the hospital with me. Thank god they did.
Not long after he arrived the lab results started coming in and the blood pressure readings continued. 183/95. My urine screen came back with high levels of protein and my liver enzymes were elevated. Armed with all of that information the Maternal Fetal medicine doctor came in to tell me what I already knew. I had severe pre-eclampsia.
It wasn't just reflux. 185/93.
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