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The brave story of a pregnant woman with HIV who had her baby

The brave story of a pregnant woman with HIV who had her baby


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The pregnancy It is a moment of joy and hope, but also of fear and fear. All pregnant women go through this roller coaster of emotions, but our protagonist today, Almudena G, had one more aggravation: pregnant with HIV.

In Guiainfantil.com we wanted to know the story of this brave woman who listened to her heart and decided to have her baby, today a 15-year-old girl happy to be in this world with a brave and fighter mother.

"I still remember the day I found out I was pregnant. Crying, I took three buses to the Ramón y Cajal Hospital in Madrid. I just wanted to talk to my doctor, tell him what was happening.

I felt within me that I wanted, should and had to be a mother, and that my circumstances did not accompany: my partner did not want to take charge, it was the time of my life where I was most ill and, in terms of work, things did not they were better; but I listened to what my heart was screaming at me and decided to move on.

The fear that something could go wrong was there, although I tried to be very positive. Pregnant with HIV? When that thought came to my mind, I immediately erased it, since the doctors told me that if I medicated, did not breastfeed and had a cesarean section, there would be no danger that my daughter would have the virus. She could be born with him, but she herself would throw him out of her body before she was two years old.

Things were setting and fitting very slowly. Due to the pregnancy, I had chronic hepatitis C. The doctor advised me to start treatment, but I stopped, since the girl was very young. Life, again, gave me a cable. The transaminases were regulated until my liver regenerated on its own. I knew inside me that it was all thanks to her.

I liked having her inside and feeling her, but my doubts always assailed me. What would become of her without her mother? I saw that my death was very close, that I would only enjoy my baby for a few short years, and that scared me, but I also understood that no one or nothing was indispensable in this world: she would be educated and loved by a relative of mine. I soon realized that it didn't have to be this way.

HIV is a chronic disease, but not fatal as it was a few years ago; yes, the medication is very strong and damages important organs. In fact, it is proven that it ages us 10 years more than the rest, that is, I am 50, but as if I were 60.

The delivery was approaching. After nine months of a special check-up at the Ramón y Cajal Hospital and in La Paz, I had a cesarean section scheduled for 12/12/2002. The girl was to be born on the 28th, although they set that date so as not to risk it. But my little girl was in a hurry to come to this world and I was in a hurry to see her, so everything was brought forward to 12/04/2002.

Like any mother who raises her child alone, the first years were hard, harder than I thought, because my poor health did not make things easier for me, but it was something that I had decided and was going to move forward.

During the first three months, my daughter underwent regular check-ups, which were then every 6 months for the first two years of life, until her body tested negative. He didn't have the virus!

Almudena, I wanted her to bear my name, she grew up and I was clear that at some point I had to talk to her. When? He didn't know, but he would. I made an appointment with the support psychologist for advice and he told me that if he had it in mind it was because the moment might have come. I remember it was in summer, in Torrevieja (Alicante), on the seashore. Without delving much into the subject (I was 5 or 6 years old), I told her that mother was ill and she responded with a hug.

This is my story, that of a pregnant with HIV that he made a decision that changed his life. It has been the longest and most difficult road I have ever done in my life, but surely also the most rewarding.

Having HIV does not make us different from others. We are like the rest, we cry, laugh, get excited and try to lead a normal life, although with a different load, yes. Silence kills and this disease is what it has, which kills almost more than drugs.

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