The sad, robotic, literal “whomp whommmp” of the blood pressure reading filled the room. Like dogs trained to a whistle, Adam and I turned to face each other, eyes wide. We had been there long enough to know that was a bad sound. It was the sound we heard for the first couple days of my return to the hospital after the birth of Theo when sparkles in my vision sent me to the ER. I was quickly admitted with postpartum preeclampsia and HELLP Syndrome due to massive water retention and stroke level blood pressure readings. We were on Day Four and just that morning I had been relieved of all wires, cords, and medication to see if my body could regulate on it's own.
What I Know: We All Have Our Shit
What I Know: We All Have Our Shit
What I Know: We All Have Our Shit
The sad, robotic, literal “whomp whommmp” of the blood pressure reading filled the room. Like dogs trained to a whistle, Adam and I turned to face each other, eyes wide. We had been there long enough to know that was a bad sound. It was the sound we heard for the first couple days of my return to the hospital after the birth of Theo when sparkles in my vision sent me to the ER. I was quickly admitted with postpartum preeclampsia and HELLP Syndrome due to massive water retention and stroke level blood pressure readings. We were on Day Four and just that morning I had been relieved of all wires, cords, and medication to see if my body could regulate on it's own.