Can it get any worse?
Annette was released from the hospital last night -- she was admitted late Tuesday night with what ended up being a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in her lung) -- probably resulted from going through labor. I did some research online (as always -- my way of coping with things is to try to learn everything I can about it) and women's risk of developing blood clots increases dramatically with pregnancy and labor. Annette's home now, feeling somwhat pysically better (but so tired). She'll have to be on blood thinners for the next 6 months and will be seeing a specialist at Mass General as a outpatient next month.
The doctors have suggested that this may be why Ava lost her life -- there may have been a blood clot in the placenta, which would have decreased her supply of oxygen. Nothing confirmed, but it's a possibility. I guess it's kind of a comfort, especially for Annette and Andy, to have a reason why their baby girl didn't live. Something concrete, something to blame, something to understand.
I can't believe that these things happen. That we've just assumed that every pregnancy results in a beautiful bundle of joy nine months later. Then this happens, Ava's gone, and now I'm hearing more and more from other women and other families that this has happened to them, or someone they know. And you learn that it's more so much more common than you were ever aware of, until it happens to someone you love.
I worry about her so much.
The doctors have suggested that this may be why Ava lost her life -- there may have been a blood clot in the placenta, which would have decreased her supply of oxygen. Nothing confirmed, but it's a possibility. I guess it's kind of a comfort, especially for Annette and Andy, to have a reason why their baby girl didn't live. Something concrete, something to blame, something to understand.
I can't believe that these things happen. That we've just assumed that every pregnancy results in a beautiful bundle of joy nine months later. Then this happens, Ava's gone, and now I'm hearing more and more from other women and other families that this has happened to them, or someone they know. And you learn that it's more so much more common than you were ever aware of, until it happens to someone you love.
I worry about her so much.