When Will I Learn?
2 weeks ago, I was presented with the possibility of having preeclampsia. My blood pressure was high, I had protein in my urine, I was swollen, and I had gained 10lbs out of nowhere. So, they ran tests and had me come back the day after next. Like most parents, I’m afraid of anything hurting my baby. I’ve tried to make fairly healthy choices to help him grow and to be as strong as possible. Any twinge, any ache, any pain—I get scared that I am losing him. So to hear of an impending diagnosis that could mean death to my baby...that was the worst thing I could hear. No matter how well managed it could be, no matter how common it is, it sounded like a predictor of doomsday. I immediately told my husband, worried and scared out of my mind. I called on those closest to me, asking for prayers for our baby to be okay. I prayed. I cried. I stayed up those two nights feeling fearful. I imagined what I would do in every worst case scenario I could come up with. My husband loved on me, c