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On December 4th I went into another Sickle Cell crisis, the worst of my life. My husband had just gotten off of work and I was trying to wait until my OB appointment that afternoon. I could not believe the pain. I thought I had some weird form of sciatica which caused me to be unable to walk but by Wednesday, my mother-in-law had come home from lunch and found me sobbing and delirious from the pain and demanded I go to the hospital or she was calling 911.  My husband had just pulled up and I somehow made it to the car with the help from him and his dad.  I never even thought this pain was related to sickle cell but all my lab work came back verifying I was having a crisis and my blood pressure and heart rate were so high they told me that if continuous morphine did not work I'd be delivering my baby the next day.  I did not sleep, I literally couldn't move because of the pain, my husband had automatically brought our bags, but I figured we wouldn't need them and with fl

If you are keeping count, 32 weeks has come and gone and now I am being told to hang on until at least 34 weeks. Considering that I am in significantly less pain now since the blood transfusion, I believe I can do it physically. But mentally I have hit a block a few weeks back where all I did was cry over the guilt of wanting little man out and being exhausted from the amount of things that are happening during this pregnancy. I am so hard on myself but I find solace in the fact that I have handled this situation with understanding and determination; what mother wouldn't? I tell myself "one day at a time" or as on Finding Nemo "just keep swimming" and rely on close friends and family for that extra boost of support. I am holding out and taking it as easy as I can but as some symptoms and pain decrease, others ramp up their efforts which are a normal part of pregnancy. I have a list of complaints but I will save it for those unsuspecting sympathetic ears. --Yes,