I decided to write a post about this because it was the SCARIEST thing that has ever happened to me and I do not want to forget about it and how I felt. I'm not the greatest at writing in a journal so I figured this is the best I would probably do. July started off as a busy month. Since finding out I was pregnant I have had many doctor appointments. I had to gone to Salt Lake for some, and multiple doctors here. We also moved out of my parents and into a townhome, which we are SO thrilled about. It's hard previously living in our home that we owned to a smaller place. BUT we have a pool and a back yard and we are closer to all of our friends. But back to the story. The week after we moved in I was still going to my mom's house about every day to pick up things we had left there. I had an OB appointment in the morning and figured I would run over to my mom's, who was watching Dax, eat my lunch, and get a couple of things and head home. On the way home is was past lunch time so I stopped at Taco Bell and picked up some lunch. I ate when I got to my mom's but threw it all up. I didn't give myself any insulin since I didn't keep anything down. Dax was laying down for a nap, and with throwing up I didn't feel well and thought I would too. I laid down next to the room Dax was sleeping in, so when he woke up and cried, I would hear him. The next thing I know I hear men talking. I open my eyes and see a room full of strangers. In uniforms. The Paramedic asked me my name, what year it was, who the president was, and if I knew what had happened. I couldn't answer any of his questions. After a few minutes he asked again what my name was, I said "Kim". I looked over and there was a man with brown hair holding my hand. I assumed it was Cole. Nope, it wasn't Cole though- but I still thought it was. It was actually another paramedic who had put an IV into my hand. The paramedic then asked if I knew who some people were. It was my mom and Dax. Thankfully I knew who they were. I panicked because I didn't know where I was,what time of day it was, and anything that had happened earlier that day. He then asked if I knew how far along I was with my pregnancy. I thought to myself " I'm pregnant? Oh yeah.... I AM pregnant!" And then panicked even more. The paramedic then explained what had happened. My blood sugar had gotten so low and I no one could wake me up. They continued working on me as I was in such a nervous state. I was in shock. My temp was very low and they had to warm me up. All I could think about was "I can't believe I let this happen to me. I never wanted this to happen and did everything I could to prevent this. It had never happened before. I felt like such a horrible person and mother." I then looked around and realized there were the Santa Clara Police, Firemen, and EMT's. I felt very safe and just laid back. I still couldn't even count how many people were in one room. They then asked me if I needed to go to the hospital. I was still in shock, cold, a little out of it, and so worried about the baby-that I had forgotten about. They then took me to the hospital. I had never taken a ride in an ambulance. It was quite interesting! It was actually very interesting! The EMT that was monitoring was SO nice and helpful. His name was Greg Leavitt. He made me feel so calm. I then was at the hospital where my Dad and Cole met me. I had to stay for a couple hours and then was released. My mom told me that she had gone upstairs because Cole was on the phone and wanted to talk to me. I guess I took the phone and put it up to my ear while I was laying down but still had my eyes closed to didn't say anything. My mom couldn't get me to respond. She told Cole that we would call back! Then she knew what had happened because I she saw sweat dripping off my face, which happens when your sugars get very low. She tried putting honey and jam in my mouth, anything that she could try to get down me. But I was gagging and acting like I was going to throw up so she called 911. That was the scariest day of my life. I am so thankful I was at my mom's when it happened. If I were home alone who knows what could have happened. I may not be here, I may have lost the baby, and who knows what would have happened to Dax. I am so thankful for friends and family who care about me and help me. This has truly been a hard pregnancy because I seem to be more sensitive to insulin and have had many scary low blood sugars. I'm just thankful that the baby, me, and Dax are ok. I will post the pictures of the last 2 ultra sounds I have had soon!
