Yesterday was Rememberance Day but it was also my daughter's 18th birthday. She is the baby of the two kids. I can still remember the day she was born eighteen years ago. It was on a Sunday morning when I went into the hospital to be induced with Ally. It was a snow storm that day. Once I got to the hospital and got induced with the gel they use all hell broke loose. After the dr used the gel to hopefully start labour I had to give them a urine sample before I could go back home and wait to see if the gel worked. When I went pee in the bottle it was red with blood. I knew this could not be a good thing.
After showing the nurse my urine bottle she told the dr and back I was in bed. I was strapped across my belly with the baby monitor that tells the heartbeat and any stress on the baby inside. From there blood tests were taken as I watched my blood pressure go higher and higher each time the machine took a reading.
All the blood tests they took showed the Platelet count in my blood dropping rapidly, and that was when the drs decided I had HELLP Syndrome and needed an emergency C-section or else the baby and I would die. It all happened so fast as one minute I was being induced and the next minute I was getting close to death. There was nothing I could do to stop it. It was up to the drs and hospital staff to save me and my child.
I was rushed to the operating room where I was put to sleep not knowing what would happen when I woke up. There was a chance both of us could die in surgery because of this hellp syndrome.
I awoke to all kinds of monitors on me and intravenous lines in both arms. They brought me my little miracle, my daughter and I cried as I held her to my chest. She surely was a miracle baby. The best thing being we were both going to be alive and I would love and take care of this child for hopefully a long time to come.
That was 18 years ago and I never thought I would see the day my daughter turned 18. Today she is a beautiful, young woman who gets her looks from her dad's side of the family but her personality is me all over again. All of her friends call Ally a younger version of me. I just call her "minnie me".
Thinking of her being 18 is sad in one way it means she is growing up but on the other end of the stick I will live on in her.
Now that makes me smile...............
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