When I had my son, I kept telling the nurses something felt wrong. I was dizzy, my chest felt tight, and I couldn’t even sit up without feeling like I was going to pass out. They kept telling me it was ‘normal postpartum weakness’ and to just rest.
By the second day, I could barely stay awake. My husband noticed I was turning pale and my lips looked bluish, so he kept pushing for a proper check. One doctor casually said, ‘Some mothers are just more sensitive after birth, it’s anxiety.’
My husband didn’t accept that. He asked for a full evaluation again and refused to leave my side. During one of those checks, I tried to stand up to walk to the bathroom. I remember my knees buckling, my vision going white, and hearing my husband shouting my name.
After that, everything went silent.
When I woke up, I was in the ICU. They told my husband I had severe postpartum complications that had been missed, my oxygen levels had been dangerously low, and I was minutes away from a critical collapse.
That was the moment they stopped calling it ‘just anxiety.’