In 1988 I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Amber Elise, I was in labor for 36 hours before the doctors desided she was too big and I needed a C-section. The surgery went well and all was fine until five days later, my second day home I noticed a heavyness on my chest, then my breathing became labored. In the emergency room I was hooked up to every monitor and what seemed like every test in the world performed on me. I was there for two weeks and was never given a proper diagnosis. They said perhaps it was a pulmonary emboli that disolved itself. Or pnumonia they just did not know. I did not care, I wanted to go home. I was 22 years old and had been without my newborn for two weeks.
Ten years later with a new marriage, my husband and I wanted a baby together. And after trying 3 years we were finally blessed with a pregnancy. My OBGYN was glad I got pregnant when I did because I was 35 now and time was ticking on my biological clock. We discussed my post partum episode from 13 years ago and he made a note of it in my chart and we sent away for my old records and after reveiwing it he did not seem at all concerned. I had a uneventful pregnancy and had a scheduled C-section performed on August 24th,2001.We had a beatiful baby girl, Taylor Jane.
That night I awoke in the middle of the night with what I thought was a panic attack. I could not catch my breath or lay down. When I told the doctor he said it was probabally nothing and released me. I went home and instead of feeling better each day I seemed to get worse. I could not lay down and I was extremely tired. I could not even lift my baby for two steps without having to stop and rest. When I went to my OBGYN he said my lungs sounded fine and maybe I had a little touch of pneumonia and gave me an antibiotic (5 day regimine) and sent me home. I still felt horrible after the antibiotics and went to get another opinion. This doctor took and X-ray and sent me straght to the E.R. I was hooked up to every monitor and what seemed like every test in the world performed on me. Here we go again, I thought. But this time they came back and said I have PPCM. And my EF was at 15 to 20 percent. And they were not sure if I would be okay or if I would need a heart transplant. Needless to say it scared me to death. But the medications are working and 3 months later my ECHO showed my EF is up to 50%. I am getting better.
I feel very fortunate to have gone through this twice the first time with no medications. And to have been able to recooperate both times. I thank the good Lord everyday that I can be here to raise my two beatiful children.