I met Gladys at the NotMom Summit in 2015 I’m pleased to share her inspirational story here.
Her 6 word memoir is ‘Rising from fire, ready to thrive!’ and this sums up both her and her story perfectly. She did indeed go through fire (and various medical procedures) ending with that thing we fear the most when trying to get pregnant; a hysterectomy.
I love that ‘Old passions have resurfaced and new ones are taking root as well’ which is something I always recommend to clients. We lose ourselves on this rollercoaster and it’s great to see Gladys demonstrating how she found herself again.
Over to Gladys,
1. Where are you on your journey now?
I am doing much better physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Discovering a new rhythm in life now that the prospect of having a biological child is off the table for my husband and me.
Old passions have resurfaced and new ones are taking root as well. Life is good and I feel happy much of the time and though I get pangs of grief and/or sadness now and again, I am no longer depressed.
2. What’s your story?
I always thought I would be a mom but it was never “the right time.” In 2009, after my husband got laid off from both his part-time jobs, we decided to tighten our belts by giving up cable TV, eating out and other non-necessities. It worked financially, but we were extremely surprised to find that within two weeks of disconnecting the TV and implementing our austerity measures, I was pregnant(!). No joke. We’d been married for over 3 years at this point and had never gotten pregnant, so this was very unexpected. I was happy, though, and so was my husband. The timing wasn’t ideal but we figured that this was the universe telling us to have a go at parenting. We felt blessed.
Then the blessing turned into a violent nightmare. On the day after I reached the 7 week mark, I prepared myself toast and tea and got dressed for work. My husband, being unemployed, was still sleeping soundly so I was trying not to make a lot of noise. I’d been having what seemed like gas pressure and little twinges of pain, as if I had indigestion or a little bout of upset stomach. As I was about to bite into my toast, I felt sharp stabbing pains very low down in my belly. These were strong enough to generate tears and I was doubled over. Immediately I thought about my pregnancy and tried to make it to the bathroom just in case I started bleeding. As I made my way, my husband heard me and got up to help.
From then there was a lot of crazy behavior on my part (later I realized it was the hormones, which were out of whack) followed by calm. I thought I was fine and was sitting up in bed when I thought I’d get up and then blacked out. Next thing I knew, my husband was calling an ambulance – I’d gone extremely pale – almost gray in color, my eyes had gone glassy and he couldn’t feel a pulse for a long while. When the paramedics came, they couldn’t find my pulse either even though by then I was actually awake. My blood pressure was too low to move me safely (72/47), so I was given fluids intravenously and oxygen while they prepared to get me to the closest emergency room.