I’m fairly confident I won’t have time to finish this post because the new guy, Otto, is not a fan of my attention being elsewhere! But here it goes…
To put it very mildly: SUCCESS! We had our baby boy on the 21st December and he is the epitome of perfection weighing in at 7lbs 8ozs. Otto (Otty Botty) Lacey, is our little miracle and I truly feel that every single time I look at him.
For any transplant recipients out there looking into pregnancy, I know from experience that there aren’t too many positive stories out there - so I really really wanted to write this post so there was one more! My pregnancy and birth, despite all the risks, was smooth as silk and as normal as could be.
Transplant Pregnancy - The Risks Vs The Reality for me
I was told the baby would have a low birth weight, but he was perfect. I was told he’d be premature but they had to induce me just so he was on time. I was warned of pre-eclampsia but I never had any sign of it. I was given increased risk of organ rejection but my liver function was perfect the entire way through (worth noting the risk of rejection actually rises in the months following birth so I don’t want to jinx anything yet…but so far so good FINGERS CROSSED!!!!!).
I was consultant led which means lots more appointments, scans and basically top notch special care. This took up a lot of time (mainly in waiting rooms) which isn’t ideal for everybody but, for me, my care couldn’t have been more appreciated and my employers couldn’t have been more understanding, letting me juggle my hours about. My only criticism would be that because all the risks were repeated to me fairly often, I did worry a lot throughout my pregnancy and in hindsight I really could have enjoyed it more. Having said that, knowing the risks is important so ‘criticism’ is the wrong word, I’m really just trying to encourage any other pregnant ladies in this position to worry less and enjoy more :)
I was induced on the 17th December, five days before Otto’s due date (21st December). This was partly down to Christmas approaching and partly because he was ready to come out and any longer in there could have started to put unnecessary pressure on my liver, which was just a risk that didn’t need to be taken. The baby was so far from being ready to come out that it took five days of inducing before he agreed to it, although maybe he just really liked his due date because that’s when he rocked up!
I had a natural delivery, a decision taken out of my hands. My consultant didn’t want me to have a c-section because the risk of infection in somebody with a suppressed immune system is high. To say I was happy about this decision is an understatement, the thought of a c-section made me panic hugely. I can only assume it’s a hangover from my previous abdominal surgery which my brain is still trying to process, it’s a bit slow, bless it. I was also whacked on IV antibiotics for the labour as a precaution, like I say - I got very special, and very appreciated, treatment and care :)
Words fail me here.
He’s the final piece of my puzzle.
Right, the crying has commenced! I’ve so much more I want to say, mainly gushing about how all the risks faded into insignificance the moment the pregnancy test went positive…I’ll save it for another post, along with recovery.
Thank you very much for reading :)