Fuller Family

My name is Kelsea Fuller. I am married to an amazing man, and I am the mother of two beautiful twin boys. Our life has been far from easy over these last 4 years. In October of 2018, I had a traumatic second-trimester miscarriage. Losing our daughter Elena Mae at 18 weeks. We thought it was going to be the hardest thing we ever had to face. Let's just skip ahead a bit... In 2020 my husband and I got married, found out we were expecting, and we moved to Indianapolis. In 2021 we welcomed our two little rainbow babies Christian Emerson and William Reilly into the world. Both boys were healthy as ever! Just 3 weeks after having the boys they BOTH ended up being admitted to Peyton Mannings Childrens Hospital for Pyloric Stenosis, which required emergency surgery. (Having identical twins is fun, right?) We hadn't even received the bills from their delivery and we were already starting another hospital tab. The boys made a full recovery just weeks later! 2022 was another big year for us. My husband, Mitchyll, had an amazing opportunity to partner up and start their business. I know most of you think that being a business owner means we have all the money in the world, but I need you to remember, this is a brand new business not one that has been around for 5+ years. So Mitchyll goes into business and we move back home to NWI. We were lucky enough to be able to stay with my mom and step dad during the transition because we all know the housing market was too hot to find anything in a timely matter. In July of 2022 we found out we were expecting a little girl due in February. We could not be more excited, and of course nervous because we still couldn't find a home. With me having a previous loss, a clotting disorder, and a twin pregnancy, I was considered a "High Risk" patient. We had normal OB appointments, ultrasounds, and testing, and everything was going great! On September 22nd, I went in for my routine visit at just over 17 weeks. I will never forget the way I felt, what I was wearing, and even what the room smelled like, when I heard the words, "I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat." Everything froze, it was like time stood still around me. I couldn't breathe because I had forgotten how. Little did I know, it was only going to get worse. Our sweet Alice Michelle's heart stopped at 12.5 weeks and wasn't found out until almost 5 weeks after her passing. I had a Partial Molar pregnancy, meaning Alice didn't have the right chromosomes to continue to grow and thrive after a certain point. My body wasn't capable of completing the miscarriage on its own. Which means my only option was labeled as "abortion". My OB was unable to do the procedure due to religious restrictions at the hospital. I was growing violently ill at this point because my body was filling with toxins from the baby decomposing. He referred me to a doctor in Indianapolis that could do the procedure for me. Two days later we were at Rileys Maternity Tower in Indianapolis. What was supposed to be a quick outpatient procedure turned into a disaster. After my procedure, I started hemorrhaging and had to be sedated.(Remember that clotting disorder? This is where it comes back into play) This required an overnight stay and LOTS of medications to keep my bleeding under control and to prevent infection. After about a week I made a full recovery from my procedure, but that was just the beginning to the hardest year of my life. The thing with Molar Pregnancies is that they require monitoring and treatment for a year AFTER the miscarriage is completed. This includes monthly blood draws, medications, birth control, scans, and lots of doctor appointments. It's vital that I continue treatment, because molar pregnancies can trigger tumors in the uterus that are disguised as a placenta, causing my HCG levels to rise. 2023 is finally here and we are thinking, this year HAS to be better than last...right? In February my family and I had gotten very sick. Mitchyll was having trouble breathing and reoccurring pain in his chest. After multiple trips to the ER and urgent cares they dismissed it as a reaction to a medication. March rolls around and Mitchyll is admitted.

The pains were getting worse, more symptoms were showing up, and we had no idea what was causing any of this. After 2 days in the hospital, lots of bloodwork, and scans we found out that Mitchyll had a mild stroke. He is only 31, and he was hospitalized because of a stroke. The doctors say he is at risk for more in the future so he is lined up to see different specialists to find a medication and treatment plan that can help with his small clots, preventing the strokes. They say when it rains, it pours. I feel like my family has not seen the sun in days. We are buried in over 90k in medical debt and I am at a complete loss. We are making minimum payments on bills to keep them out of collections, but more and more just keep rolling in, burying us even further. I am a very proud person, but I need to put my pride aside to help my family. We don't ask for much and we always give what we can and I really hope it comes back around for us. I'm asking you to please donate to our GoFundMe if you can, or even just share it if you can't donate! We appreciate every single one of you, every good vibe, and every prayer sent. Please help us get out of this storm, my family deserves to see the sun.

Thank you all so much,

Kelsea Fuller