In March 2014, I struggled through a trail marathon at Transgrancanaria. It felt harder than it should have and in my mind I wondered if something was wrong. A week later, I was home in Boulder and passed out in the bathroom. When I came to, I was laying in my husband’s arms on the kitchen floor. We loaded up in the car and he drove me to the ER that was less than a mile away. One stop light.
They discovered I was 7 weeks pregnant, but the embryo was in my Fallopian tube instead of my uterus, and it ruptured. I was internally bleeding and a liter of blood was pooling inside of me. Fortunately, I had quick access to an emergency room and skilled doctors.
Every year, 300,000 women around the world die from pregnancy and child birth complications. That’s one woman every two minutes. 98% of these deaths are preventable.
The distances we choose to run for fun and fitness are the distances some expecting mothers have to travel on foot to receive care. If my ectopic rupture would have happened a few days earlier, I would have been stuck in the mountains a long ways away from the nearest hospital.
Thank you for taking to the time to hear our story. Hug all the women and mamas in your life!