Landen Wiley Binger
Yes, I had my son earlier than planned. He was born on November 21 at 2:23 pm. Now to tell you guys how this came to past.
That Monday, (Nov. 18), I had a doctor's appointment. I had been dealing with upper back pain and I didn't know what the cause of it was. I went to my appointment and they tested my blood pressure. It was high at 158/100. They were concerned and asked me if I was feeling any pain. I told them 'yes' but in my upper back. They told me to take some extra strength tylenol but to also keep track of my body. If I felt the slightest bit off, then I needed to go to the hospital. If I managed to get through the week, then the Monday before Thanksgiving they would be inducing labor.
So I went about my day and with the Tylenol the pain went away. Tuesday was normal. I had my nieces and nephew that week so my focus was on them. My pain seemed to have gone away that day but then came back soon after my BIL picked them up from our house.
Matt had gone to sleep at this time and I tried and tried to go to sleep myself but couldn't. Then before I knew it, I was not only having to go to the bathroom constantly but I was fighting nausea as well. I sat in my chair in my living room, thinking of what to do. I tried to take Tylenol but I threw it back up. I took that as a sign that something wasn't right.
My husband isn't a light sleeper. When he falls asleep, he's asleep until he wants to wake up. So after a few futile efforts of waking him, I went to my father in law and woke him up. Telling him I needed to go to the hospital. So he woke up Matt for me. When he heard the words "hospital", he packed a bag for us and we headed to the hospital.
I went to the ER and they took me to a different part of the hospital which was on the opposite side of where we were. I had gone in by myself while Matt was parking. Luckily, he got there before they took me to the other side of the hospital. Apparently, I was supposed to go to the other side of the building but I didn't know that. Once we were on the other side, waiting to be seen didn't take that long. They ran tests on me and determined that I had mild preeclampsia. So they admitted me right away.
Now after this point, its a blur to me. I was seen by so many nurses and doctors that I couldn't tell you what exactly happened in order. All I know is that my mild case of preeclampsia went to become something called HELLP syndrome. Its so bad that they had told me I couldn't have an epidermal because my blood platetas were going down. They were trying so hard to give me a natural birth but everything they tried didn't work. I wasn't in too much pain. My focus was on my son and getting him here. I didn't care if I lost my life bringing him in this world. All I wanted was for him to be safe. I was at my wits end. I felt bad for Matt because the hospital treated him like crap. Here he is at the risk of not only losing his wife but his unborn child. He wasn't given any answers and refused to leave my side because they always seemed to visit when he was asleep or when he was gone. He was my strength through this whole ordeal. He held my hand as I dealt with the 36 hours of labor.
It finally came down to an emergency c-section. My condition was worsening and they didn't want to risk our lives anymore. The only cure for HELLP syndrome is to deliver the baby. I forgot to mention that matt's aunt came to be by our side. I thank the heavens that she was there because I don't know how matt would have handle being alone. He was being messenger to everyone, keeping them informed of my condition.
So as I said before, at 2:23 pm, my son came into this world. I was put to sleep and there was a thirty minute window for them to pull him out and close me up.
When I woke up, I was taken to a room to recover for a bit. Matt and his aunt came to see me and told me how Landen was. I was happy that we both were able to pull through without any issue.
I was grateful for both of us to be alive and well. It was a long stay in the hospital. We were there for six days before they let me out. It was a scary experience but I'm grateful to have my son with me now.
