“I slept for two months”: the former dancer gave birth in a “postcovid” coma
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About coma and childbirth
“Daughter Liza is now a year and three months old, and her eldest son Maksimka is three years and three months old,” says Daria. – How I gave birth to a son, I remember, but about my daughter – nothing at all. How did you get covid? My husband Pasha went on a business trip to another city and fell ill there. He returned home, I treated him myself. I also fell ill later, my mother became infected (she was visiting us then) and my son. Mom went home, she was admitted to the hospital. Everything was fine with her. Pasha somehow easily, calmly endured the disease and Maksimka too, but it started hard for me right away. Probably because I was pregnant (29 weeks) and gave everything to the child.
But I want to give a backstory. At first I refused hospitalization: I saw that my husband was much worse than me. How could I leave my little son? Then our doctor said that they would bring me medicines, but nothing was brought. I drank simply from the temperature of the pill. I remember that we also called the hospital about medicines, but they never brought them, to no avail. And three days later, I got really sick. I couldn’t breathe anymore, I was suffocating. They called an ambulance (it was December 11, 2021, and on that day my son turned two years old). I was brought to the very hospital where Maxim was born. I could still joke then: “I come to you every two years!” – told the doctors.
The doctor said that I urgently need to go to the intensive care unit. I only remember the first day there, I talked on the phone with my husband, with a friend, they put on a mask for me, which only made it worse. And then I was put into an artificial coma. Came to my senses only after two months.
– How did the birth go, how did the daughter come into the world, do you remember?
— No, nothing at all. I only remember dreams in which I constantly fought for my life, they wanted to kill me, kidnap me, someone attacked me, but I really wanted to survive. Either I was riding a tram, and they pulled out all the money from me there, then I asked someone to call my husband, but they refused me, no one came up to me. In one of my dreams, I even dreamed that Pasha and I bought a live kangaroo! (By the way, later, when I came to my senses, I kept asking my husband – where is our kangaroo, and he thought that I had problems with my head).
I woke up on the 20th of February. Doctors brought me out of a coma. When I started to come to my senses, I woke up a little and realized that I couldn’t move at all. I thought that I had lost my child, I see – there is no stomach, only a scar. The doctors reassured me, they said that I had a caesarean section, that my daughter was alive, healthy and everything was fine with her. The husband then even passed on her photos and photos of the family.
– So why did you decide to caesarean?
– Because I had a lack of oxygen throughout the body, including in the brain. That is, they decided to save at least the child if I did not survive.
When they pulled my daughter out of my stomach, she did not breathe for the first two minutes, her lungs did not open. Weighed only 1 kg 200 grams. She was placed on a ventilator in intensive care at another hospital.
About recovery and the desire to live
– When you found out about the birth of your daughter, what was the first thing in your thoughts, what feelings?
– Of course, there was great joy in my soul that my daughter was alive. I wanted to see her, but I couldn’t do anything at all, even lift a finger. During this time, I experienced muscle atrophy. Here’s even the smallest one – my eyebrow itched, but I can’t raise my hand. I just blew on my eyebrow, you won’t call the nurse for something like that. The doctors (thank you so much for everything!) went, one might say, to a crime: they sent masseurs in physiotherapy exercises to me in the intensive care unit, where covid patients were lying, so that they knead me all over, knead my joints, muscles. They raised their arms, legs, forced the muscles to turn on and work. If this had not been done then, I would not even be able to sit down now. I see people in rehabilitation centers now who have not been stretched. Their legs are bent, some of them have no limbs, because oxygen did not enter the vessels and muscles. The doctor Roman (he now lives in Moscow) accompanied me according to other documents, as if the massage therapists came to another patient, and not to me. By the way, he went to one more “crime”. In intensive care, it is forbidden to speak with relatives on the phone, and he allowed me to call, bring his phone, and I talked with my husband, mother, son, communicated via video. He said that they would knock on his hat, of course, but after that I went on the mend, began to recover. Now I understand why he did it – he saw how my husband is fighting for me, how my relatives are worried. This helped me a lot!
About Support
I remember one doctor told me: “I still don’t understand how you survived, how you did it, because it was impossible!” I thanked him, and he, leaving, said: “No, Dasha, thank you. I have been working in intensive care for many years, I have seen different situations, but you are the person for whom you want to live, and work, and save more people.” On March 9, they discharged me, and on March 10, my daughter. I was then transferred to another hospital, my mother came to take care of me. I couldn’t even roll over. In the morning she called herself “Pinocchio” – everything was numb, crying from pain. I remember the first time I saw my daughter! Pavel put her closer, but I couldn’t even kiss her, touch her, because my hands didn’t move. Lisa was taken home, her mother-in-law took maternity leave to look after her granddaughter. My mother and husband and son are also there (now we are all living together after the experience).
– What was the worst thing?
– Probably, when I was discharged and I thought that I would quickly begin to move, recover, then walk, that I would start breastfeeding my daughter (I really wanted to). And then I realized that it would not be so fast. At first, she began to slowly move her left hand, but she could not wash herself or brush her teeth. Psychologists worked with me, they suggested that this is a problem in my head, so I can’t walk, but this is not so. It’s just that the body cannot recover so quickly, it needs time! But when I realized that I wouldn’t recover in a couple of months, that’s when it became scary. Then I went to various rehabilitation centers and saw that there people go in a wheelchair, they do not recover for many years. I thought – everything, Khan to me! I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to walk.
My friends were very supportive. They came, cheered me on, we laughed together. The whole room was filled with flowers.
About six months later, I started to get up. Then slowly walk, yesterday with a walker I already walked around the house for about 40 meters! This is an achievement! That is, if in March last year I could not move, now I have no doubt that I will go and live a full life. I can already take my daughter in my arms and even dance with her on my walkers! She is now so surprised and says: “Mom, you can walk too!” So happy.
About love and support
Tell us about yourself, about your husband. Are you a dancer? How did they do it? Where did they work?
— My husband Pavel is an industrial climber, he has his own company. All my life I have loved and love dancing. I originally had a pole acrobatics studio, but after an illness I had to close it because there was not enough money.
I myself was born in Leninsk-Kuznetsky, a small town near Kemerovo. After school, she chose either to go to a lawyer to study, or to a choreographer. But she trained as a lawyer first. I graduated from the law faculty with honors, decided to get a job as an investigator, they almost already took it, and then it turned out that my place was taken, they offered to work for six months for free. Of course I refused! For some time I worked as a bailiff, but I realized that it was not mine, I had enough for three months, my nerves passed. And all this time she gave dance lessons. Dancing has been in my life since I was seven years old. When I started teaching, I realized that I really like it, this is my soul! She taught children, but mostly women over 30 years old. This is pole acrobatics. My students took part in competitions in Kemerovo, Novosibirsk, Khakassia. And, of course, I did it myself. Even now, when I am recovering, the temper of character, dancing, plays a big role in this. Everyone tells me that I rested my horn. I’ll eat the earth, I don’t care! But I will still recover and dance! A trained body recovers faster.
– How did you meet your husband?
At work when I was 20 years old. He took care of me for a long time. We even broke up with him for five years, and I blocked his numbers, but Pasha is like that – you drive him out the door, and he climbs out the window. We met, parted, until he stood up for me very seriously in one club, they wanted to offend me. And then my eyes opened. Although before that, on New Year’s Eve, I even made a wish that all my former, so to speak, guys remain in the past. I woke up in the morning and he called me! Let’s go to barbecues. And that’s it! Forever we are near. A year later, on New Year’s Eve, he proposed to me, then Maksim was born. Then I got pregnant with my daughter. But thoughts are material, and you need to be careful with them! At the age of 20, I was told a story about how a husband looked after his wife when she was passed out (like a coma), he washed her even on women’s days! And then I thought: “I wish I had such a husband, so that he would also look after this girl.” Now – here’s your husband, but you “care”. But I wanted something else! To love, give flowers, spoil, but not like that … Therefore, now my desire is: “To be healthy and live a full life.”
– Pavel strongly supports you?
“Of course, but it’s very hard for him. Although after all this, our relationship has become even stronger. We just look alike. It happens, of course, and we swear, then that’s all, the fire burns. And then love again. As for the son, for a long time he did not understand where his mother had gone. After resuscitation, his pen was put into mine, because he was such a baby, baby. And then I got sick again with covid: when my friends came to me after being discharged, I got infected from someone. They were also taken away in an ambulance. She lay in the hospital for 10 days, she cried a lot there, because the phone was taken away. So I said to myself – stop whining! And she began to develop the right hand. And everything worked out.
As a result of this disease, I had a lung rupture, a stroke, but non-standard (most people on one side, but in me on the whole body), sepsis. No one knows exactly when it happened, it was diagnosed much later. Now nerve endings, neurons are recovering very slowly. The arms have recovered, it only remains to fully develop the legs. True, now in my dreams I see how I pull my socks. All my life I was hot in terms of body temperature, I constantly joked that Pasha married me so that he would be warm in winter. But during the day my legs are cold below the knees.
About the future and life
– I thought for a long time – why did I survive? Maybe because while I was passed out, I had no fear? That is, when a person gets sick, he starts to worry, but I didn’t have time for this, because I was in a coma. And she fought. Everything depends on each individual.
– What help do you need?
– You know, the most important thing is that it’s hard to travel to Moscow to a rehabilitation center by train. For me, it’s just flour, it’s very inconvenient for me as a disabled person. I’m recumbent, I’m going with the ship. Two and a half days to go is simply unrealistic. But the most important thing is that I am allowed to travel by train for free, due to disability, and by plane for money. Disability was given, but in our region a flight once a year can be given for free. For me, it has always been the hardest thing in life – it is to depend on someone, I do not like to ask! But I know it’s temporary, I’ll still dance!
About Kostomarov
– Now I read a lot about Roman Kostomarov. I had almost the exact same situation as him. There was 99% lung damage, a stroke, a torn lung, nosebleeds, double sepsis and much more. True, fortunately, I did not have necrosis – thanks to my doctors, because they developed me in intensive care. All he needs is the will to live. I want to live so much that I don’t give a damn about the current state of my body. Yes, I can’t walk yet, yes, it’s hard. And now he can’t do anything at all. But he will be able to experience so much happiness in life later, even with or without prostheses, no matter how! The main thing is that it’s alive! You have to enjoy every moment. Everything will work out for him. He also has a very strong personality. And I will dance, and he! The main thing is desire and faith in yourself!
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