I graduated from nursing school in the Spring of 2015. At my graduation, I was 6 months pregnant. I was beyond excited! Fast forward 1 month to June, and something so completely unexpected happened. I was 31 weeks pregnant and thought I had a summer cold… Those miserable kind of colds that just make you feel so blah. Within 3 days, it had gotten so bad I could barely breathe, and I couldn’t breathe and walk at the same time. That’s when my hubby took me to the ER, and we found out my oxygen level was only 83% (normal is 95-100%). I was put in the ICU, and given a diagnosis of pneumonia. I was told there was no reason to worry: my baby and I would be fine. The next morning, I stopped being able to breathe effectively on my own and was put on a ventilator. My baby was born via emergency c section at only 31 weeks gestation. My family was told I would not make it; I would not wake up again. I was transferred to UAB into their MICU. 2 days later, I was awake! Over the next few days I slowly recovered and was able to go home to see my baby! She was already 6 days old. There’s a lot more to this story that I will share over time, but this is the cause of my current PTSD and depression. 1 year later, I’m just now starting to mentally recover…

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