When I got pregnant in May of 2007, it was not planned. But my husband Geoff and I were thrilled anyway. Once we adjusted to the situation, we eagerly waited for February 13th, my due date.
I found out that I was expecting just days after accepting a role in Summer Opera Lyric Theatre In Toronto. I had agreed to step in a couple of weeks before rehearsals began. So I found myself struggling with the exhaustion and nausea of early pregnancy, while trying desperately to learn and memorize pages of Handel recitative.
But after the first few weeks, the nausea and exhaustion went away. Like many mothers to be, I was obsessive about doing everything right. I didn’t take anything other than my vitamins, and was sure to attend every appointment with my low risk OB. Our worries were limited to whether I might need a Caesarian due to a fibroid, and whether our baby would be born on Valentine’s Day.
That was all to suddenly change. On November 19th, I was busy working at my contract job downtown. I was 27 weeks + 5 days pregnant. At 4:30 in the afternoon, I felt my neck tighten, much like it does when I am about to get a migraine headache. But for some reason, I knew that there was something very wrong with my pregnancy, and that I needed to get my blood pressure tested. Across the street I hurried to a clinic but they had no available appointments so I went to a drug store to test it there. If i remember correctly, the upper number was 170. I asked the pharmacist if that was high. He told me that I needed to go to the hospital and be checked out.
So Geoff (who had met me at the store) and I hopped on the subway and made our way to Mount Sinai, fully expecting to be told that everything was okay, but to go see my OB in the morning.