As of May 30, 2019..marked 4 years exactly since my life was forever changed by Guillian Burré Syndrome. I had my first daughter only two months prior, at only 19years old. As a 19year old married, new mother of a two month old, I added "quadriplegic " to my list of titles. GBS nearly took my life, and doctors informed me that I would have suffocated to death had I waited another 30 min before insisting I go to the ER complaining of not being able to breathe. I woke up unable to move anything but my head, tubes in every space imaginable, hooked up to a ventilator that was breathing for me, and I was completely ALONE. Nobody else was in the hospital room with me. Frantically trying to get the attention of a nurse outside my door, I began shaking and jerking my head as violently as I could while bawling in terror, hoping the chaotic movement would catch her eye and she would come in. I watched helplessly as the ICU hospital staff passed by my door, unaware of my cry for help. My husband at the time, who had refused to take me into the ER when I complained of being unable to move my legs or breathe, had not even informed my family of my condition! My family didn't get news of my hospitalization until a WEEK LATER. Somehow, I had managed to communicate to a nurse to get ahold of my mother and to call her until she answered. To this day, I can only contribute that to God, as I couldnt move or speak so i was physically unable to give the nurse my moms name and number. Over the next month and a half, I had to relearn EVERYTHING from scratch: how to breathe on my own, how to write, how to speak, how to dress myself, how to eat, how to walk..the doctors told my family that I would not walk for at least a YEAR. Through LOTS of prayer, and my determination to get back home to my new baby, I am living proof that MIRACLES ARE REAL. I was walking out of the rehabilitation center using a walker, a month and a half after being admitted. As a result of the GBS, I have a lot of nerve damage, as some of my nerves did not grow back. My physical limitations are still very present, but I have regained movement of all extremities, and feeling throughout most of my body( my hands and feet are numb tho and I posses no reflexes in either leg). I found out 3 months after my return home from the hospital , that I was pregnant with my second child- it was then that I made the choice to take my 6 month old daughter and file for divorce from my abusive husband after he told me he wanted me to get an abortion. I continued with the pregnancy, and gave birth to a second daughter, who I would later be forced to place up for adoption. On this date exactly 2 years ago- on May 30,2017 that same little girl's adoption was finalized. I am currently 8 months pregnant with my third daughter, who shares the same biological father as my second child(who has wanted nothing to do with this baby either and has not been involved whatsoever). MAY 30, 2019 was a very emotional and bittersweet day for me, and I needed to share my crazy real- life struggles with someone. Thanks for reading.