But I am still living with the hypertension. I slowly weaned down from my 17 (!!) daily blood pressure pills to the last one, and went off that last medication 15 days ago. My blood pressure has not spiked back up, but it is slightly higher than it was on the meds. My diastolic pressure is borderline hypertensive, depending on the time (and day) I take it. I was originally told in the hospital by the myriad of specialists that if my blood pressure had not resolved within 12 weeks postpartum, that I would most likely have chronic hypertension for the rest of my life. I guess that is what I have to now face. I was really hoping that once I was off all of the meds (and when you are on 17 pills a day, it takes a LONG time to titrate down!) my bp would normalize.
I was also told that I was at a substantial risk for this whole preeclampsia thing to recur should I decide to get pregnant again. The specialists kept using the words conception planning appointments, high risk, specialist appointments, bedrest, hospitalization, premature delivery, possible organ damage, fetal death, maternal death should I decide to get pregnant again, particularly if my blood pressure did not resolve itself.
Or maybe not. I could get pregnant and everything would be peachy, just like my pregnancy with K-Man.
But 3 of my 4 pregnancies have had blood pressure issues. Not full-on wars like this last one, but chances are, the next one would just make that number 4 out of 5.
Giving me the benefit of the doubt, my doctor (the man is a saint) is putting a requisition for another halter blood pressure monitor and giving me some more time to see if my body will bring itself back to normal. There are things I can do: exercise (WTF is that?!), eat less salt (moment of silence as I say goodbye to soya sauce) and eat more beets (there are only so many beets I can consume in a day without wanting to yarf).
Tonight, I went for a walk. I was farking tired, but while Ivy napped and Tony was home, K-Man hopped in the jogging stroller and we went for a brisk walk, about 3 km. The first real exercise I have done in almost a year. The goal to bring my diastolic blood pressure down is to do 20-30 minutes of "exercise" 4 times a week. Not just running around after kids and up and down the stairs doing laundry. I'm talking above and beyond that. It would be WAY easier if I had an iPod that could actually hold all my dance/trance/upbeat music. Right now it is mostly consumed by stuff to listen to in the car while chauffeuring the kids around (Glee features prominantly).
High blood pressure is supposed to be for old people. Not 29-year old size-4-wearing mothers.
It's a good thing iBean was worth it.
iBean at her maximum level of medical interventions, about an hour after her birth.
iBean at 5 months - we're hitting the beach, ladies!