Hello! My name is Meghan G. In 2004, at 8 months pregnant with my son, I developed pre-eclampsia. It is pretty scary, and the only cure for it is the delivery of the baby. During my pregnancy, I was very irritable and gained very little weight. I was also nauseated most of the time. I started to complain of not feeling well. I slept more than usual. In March of 2004, my ultrasound indicated that my due date was to be June 13. At that time, the doctor said that the baby was very small–around 4 pounds. I also had swelling in my right hand and complained of pain. I was told that I had heartburn, and was given Pepcid.
On April 26, 2004, I called my mom and told her that I was swollen to the point of crying, and thought that I was in labor. My mom told me to call my doctor and inform her of the situation, involving my back and pain in my right side. I called the doctor’s office, and I was told that they would call me back.The phone call was returned three days later, on April 29th. They said I was doing too much and that I needed to stay in bed. The doctor’s staff did not tell me to come in and to see the Dr. I, then, woke up on April 30th with a very bad headache, and my right side was hurting. At 8am, I was vomiting in the kitchen sink. My sister asked me if she needed to stay with me but I was unable to answer her. She thought I was mad at her but she went to school any way.
The day continues. My mom began calling the house and called from 2:00 PM until 3:10 PM. No one is answering. My dad and sister came home from school to find me having a seizure on the bed at 3:30PM. My dad immediately called 911 to have them take me to the hospital. I arrived at the hospital at 4PM. I was unresponsive. My mom and my ex husband arrived there at 4:15pm. I am also having respiratory problems and my blood pressure was 145/100. My doctor arrived at 5PM, and I was transferred into labor and delivery. My doctor tried to do a natural birth, but when she did my blood pressure shot up to 212/130. My baby’s heart rate fell to 60. My mother was asked to leave the room. I was taken into an operating room for an emergency c-section.
My son, Tyler, was born at 5:30pm weighing 3lbs and 8 ounces. I was comatose, and I was taken for a cat scan. The doctors came out and told my mom and husband that I had a massive brain bleed. At 8:00 PM, I was taken to Tyler, Texas by helicopter for immediate surgery. My son was transported to Dallas by ambulance, because they had only one helicopter and I was considered the more critical patient. My son was placed on a ventilator and arrived at 12:30, May 1st. They did not expect me to survive in the hospital at Tyler, Texas.
I was in a coma for a week. However, God knew my two kids needed a mom. My mom hung up scripture verses in my room, along with a picture of my son. The scripture verses my mom hung in my room were Mathew 18:18-20; Luke 9:11 and Proverbs 15:30. No hospital staff thought I would make it out okay, but I did; and my son did as well. Even our pastor didn’t think I would survive. However, God had other plans for me.
God has shown me that life is very fast. We don’t know when we are going to die. I almost died at age 23. But, he knew that my kids needed me. I became a real Christian whereas before I was not. Even though I forget things, I laugh it all off and say that it was from a brain bleed. I am glad that He let me live and have a relationship with Him and my kids.
And the people, when they knew it, followed him; and he received them, and spake unto them of the kingdom of God, and healed them that need of healing