“In 2018, I was 41+1 weeks pregnant, and we went to a regular appointment to talk about induction. When we arrived, they took my blood pressure, and told us my blood pressure was way too high. They sent us straight to the hospital for me to be induced.
About 38 hours later, my labor got miserable, painful, and scary. Our son was starting to be quite stressed, so they called for an emergency c section. Our beautiful baby was born at 6:01 am.
In post op, I could tell something wasn’t right. My heart started to slow down, and alarms starting going off. Anesthesiologists tried to help right away with some medication, but all it did was speed my heart rate up and give me a cardiac episode. I don’t remember much, but I do remember my husband holding our newborn, and continuously asking what was happening.
Once they got things under control, they sent us to a recovery room before sending us to the maternity ward. Next thing we know, a doctor is coming in, and telling me I have to go to ICU. My liver, kidneys and platelets were all shut down. They informed me I developed HELLP syndrome, which causes the kidneys and platelets to shut off. Something more was wrong though, they couldn’t figure it out. They started me on emergency dialysis, and started doing kidney biopsies, echocardiograms, and around the hour blood draws.
All the meanwhile, my husband, a new dad, is set up in maternity on his own with our new baby. During the next two weeks, he took care of our newborn, all while juggling coming down to ICU and constantly being there for the doctors to explain what was happening. Unfortunately, it turned out I have an extremely rare blood disease that causes my organs to shut down if there’s any infections in my body. My husband immediately took on the role of solo parent and caretaker. After a few weeks of ICU, they let us go home, as long as I became an outpatient for continuous dialysis.
Four times a week, my husband would pack our son up, walk me down the stairs and into the car, and drive us to the clinic. My dialysis would take up to four hours, and he would patiently wait with our son each time.
I’m so proud to say that, after about 9 weeks, I was able to come off of dialysis. My husband, the most amazing father, went from being a husband to a father to a caretaker within hours. He never hesitated. He stayed calm. He took care of me and my son through it all. I could not have made it out, without him by my side.
My son will be three soon, and in the three years that he’s been in our lives, I couldn’t imagine a better father for him. They’re best friends. My husband is a military dad, and makes sure he’s there for all doctors appts, and bedtime each night.
If there was anyone meant to become a dad, it was him. We love him more than words can describe.”
– Kyla Crowsyn
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