208

208 Monday. Do I need to say something else? I was going for a happy post today. I wanted to write about my “Bucket List”. I prepared my tea, loaded the washing machine, answered some comments and decided to catch up reading some blogs.
I read Mandy’s blog . That’s when I changed my mind. My happy post will have to wait.

I feel like crying now. Not only for me. Specially for all those women who don’t have the right to choose. Or those who are not listened. Or those who are mistreated. I know there are more… My mind is just blurry right now and I’m shaking remembering something that happened a few years ago. I’m not sure if it was because I was a foreigner, or a woman. I felt once more discriminated.

This is for me a horrible story, so please stop reading now if you feel you don’t need to know. I just want to give an example of how bad it’s when you are not listened.

While I was pregnant with my daughter, I got sick.
I got Preeclampsia (disorder of pregnancy characterized by high blood pressure and a large amount of protein in the urine. The disorder usually occurs in the third trimester of pregnancy and gets worse over time. In severe disease there may be red blood cell breakdown, a low blood platelet count, impaired liver function, kidney dysfunction, swelling, shortness of breath due to fluid in the lungs, or visual disturbances. Preeclampsia increases the risk of poor outcomes for both the mother and the baby).

Let’s just say that I’m alive because I’m too stubborn to die.

My daughter was born in August 2009. Around June that year, every time I was in the car with the man and he turned , I felt like someone had hit me on the head with a brick, I screamed. It took me about half minute to get back to normal because as soon as I opened my eyes again, I saw falling stars sparkling before my eyes.
I went to the midwife and explained what happened every time the car turned.
The answer I got: “That’s strange”.
I’m also anemic and at the time, I was tired beyond limits.
I went to the midwife: “You know I’m anemic and in my other 3 pregnancies I needed extra iron. I’m really exhausted and I think I should start taking the pills now”.
The answer I got: “You have 3 small kids, that’s why you are tired!”
After a few weeks, my body started getting swollen, specially my legs. My ankles had the same diameter than my thighs. And I’m not exaggerating here.
I went to the midwife: “I think something is wrong. I can’t walk and I’m tired, and I feel like crap and if I move my head to the sides, I see stars in front of my eyes”.
“Ok, let’s check your blood pressure… WTF, your blood pressure is too high. Let me talk about this with the other midwives and see what we can do”.

I was sent to the hospital, they took some blood and then they measured my blood pressure. I needed iron, of course. The normal level is 7.5 and I had 4.6. But the blood pressure was normal then. I had to do the tests every week.
First they took some blood and then they measure the blood pressure. So strange, it was always normal. Of course it was normal!! They had taken some blood before measuring so the pressure was not high anymore.

It was August already. I couldn’t walk. I looked like an elephant.
Blinking made my head hurt. I was crying every day and I was one week overdue. It didn’t matter how many times I complained about how BAD I felt. I wasn’t listened.

One morning I said to the man: “Drive me to the hospital. And I swear I will ONLY leave the hospital with my baby in my arms”.
It was the first school day. We dropped my other kids at school and went straight to the hospital. It was around 9.00am. The man had his “bolas llenas” with me. “Full balls”. That’s Argentinian slang for “he couldn’t tolerate me one more second because he thought I was spoiled and overreacting and that women get pregnant all the time and why you are the only one having all this problems and complaining?”.

I said to the nurse: “I’m one week overdue and I tell you, something is WRONG”.
“OK, we are going to run some tests and monitor the baby”.

I know as a fact that the hospital in Cowshitland takes 15 minutes to give you the blood test results if there is an emergency.
They had taken my blood at 9.15am. I got my results at 5.45pm.
The doctor entered the room and say: “I’m afraid I have some bad news. The protein level in your urine is too high. You are at the maximum tolerable. Your baby has to be born in the next few hours or your kidneys will start failing. But there is a problem, it’s almost 6.00pm and there are not surgeons until tomorrow at 8.00am. If your baby is not born tonight, you’ll get a c-section in the morning”.

My mom who was in the room, started crying and shouting in Spanish after seeing the doctor’s concern and my face. Son of a bitch.
I was speechless and trying to process all the information. I was wishing the man took the doctor’s neck, put him against the wall and said: “Don’t you dare to make her wait one more second”.

That didn’t happen, of course. I was offered an induction using some natural hormones. When the doctor left, the nurse whispered in my ear: “Don’t get your hopes too high, that works only the 10% of the times”.
I guess I was lucky. It worked for me that night.

When I got home after a few days, a friend visited me. I said I had preeclampsia. That the doctors never mentioned that to me but it was written in my report. That I felt mistreated and discriminated.
She said: “You can’t imagine how lucky you are. My neighbor had the same you had, nobody listened to her either and she’s now in a coma”.

source: wikipedia.org

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~ by DotedOn on March 23, 2015.

42 Responses to “208”

  1. Reblogged this on SURVIVORS BLOG HERE.

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  2. So glad that you can be a support to others that have gone through similar experiences. Looking forward to hearing about your bucket list. Meghan

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  3. That is a terrifying experience P. I’m so glad you were too strong for idiots to harm you. I think ignoring the patient is far more common than we realize. A friend of mine’s son was dying because the doctor ignored him and my friend grabbed the doctor and told him if his son died the doctor was going out the window. It was on the fifth floor. The doctor suddenly improved his attention span and the boy lived. No one should ever have to go to that extreme to be heard.

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  4. Wow, these pregnancy stories are very scary. After 5 births, you’ve certainly had your share. I’m glad everything ended up okay but sorry for what you had to go through.

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  5. I am so glad your intuition saved you.
    The worst feeling in the world is not to be heard, especially in moments of crisis.
    Thanks for sharing your experience.

    T

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  6. Oh Paola, I’m so sorry my post upset your day, yet you are raising awareness yourself, in this post, about how women’s right to choose is so discounted by “professionals”. I’m so glad you are stubborn and speak up. This is a horrible story–life-threatening, all due to the ignorance . . .awwk! Now I’m pissed again 😦

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    • Dear Mandy, you’ll be pissed twice as much the coming days!!

      I’m really happy that you speak up your truth. One thing is to hear what happened to someone and other thing is to hear the story told by the victim. What really happened.

      That’s why I felt it was time for me to let it all out. Maybe it’ll help someone.
      I thought I could manage to tell all in one post. But it’ll take at least 3.
      hugs! ❤

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      • Oh beautiful Paola. It’s hard to tell our stories of abuse and painful experiences. Believe it or not, I’m so much like you–I love to be upbeat and cheerful and make people laugh–just like you. That feels good. And its a diversion from that bad stuff. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Now look at my blog, probably seem like I’m always on a rampage. In a way I am. Its too late for me, but there are a lot of us with kids out there in the world–and we want to make it a better place than it is. I’m so glad you felt free enough to talk about that horrible experience. People want to hear real stories–more than likely they have stories they’d like to find the courage to tell. Take all the posts you need! ❤

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      • Thank you Mandy!
        You are right, telling these stories is good. They may help someone or at least, make them feel less alone. ❤

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      • True, and, in the end, telling them helps and heals us, too. ❤

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      • I hope so Mandy. For me those wounds are still open. Hoping that when I’m done writing, they’ll be cure 🙂 ❤

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      • For me, that’s what has brought the healing, Paola. I believe, because you are a writer, that will be the case for you, too. ❤

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      • I hope so Mandy!! I’ve been wishing for a selective amnesia for a long time. But if writing will do the trick, I’ll take it 🙂

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  7. I am sorry for what you went through. You help others by sharing your experiences xo

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  8. Twin P
    You had Angels watching over and keeping your baby safe. I don’t have kids but I would say if anybody knows their body, it’s a women who is pregnant. Mandy’s post had my BP thru the roof. Marriage is so complicated and it’s difficult when one does’t understand or acknowledge the others pain.
    On an upbeat note!!!!!!!! Our scarves are now in other colors, the Navy is pretty. Maybe you need a treat since you didn’t splurge for your BDay.
    Hugs
    Twin M

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    • Mandy’s post really shocked me. And your reblog made me really sad too. You’ll read why soon 🙂
      I had a gift card 3 years old with some money in it. The last time I went to Cowshitland with my mom, I used that money and bought a scarf for myself, very colorful. I still didn’t wear it.
      And you are right, relationships are complicated. Not feeling understood or cared about, it’s really bad.
      Hugs Twin, I hope you are feeling much better 🙂

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  9. […] shot Tuesday. You’ll understand my choice in a bit . I’ll continue yesterday’s story. I said I went home after a few days. I had to stay hospitalized because they wanted to monitor […]

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  10. You have gone through a lot sweetie and sure you are such a brave soul 😉 Glad you shared your experience to help others 🙂

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  11. WOW

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