So, before I start this story I apologize for the length and any spelling errors prior, as I have a newborn on the tit so i may not proof read this before posting.

Back in April of 2018, i went in with my husband to be induced with our daughter. She was 39+5 but when we arrived, she sadly had no heartbeat and was born sleeping via c section. I couldn't bring myself to labor naturally with her being dead inside me, it was far to painful and I just wanted it to be over.

My recovery was harsh, yet nothing put of the ordinary.

In September 2019, I found out I was pregnant again. My husband and I, while scared, we were elated. I was considered a tad high risk due to unknown cause of death with my daughter. My pregnancy was normal, besides bleeding at 14 weeks that was no one could find cause for.

As I grew closer to term, my doctor began to ask what type of birth I'd like to have. I was already considering a vbac, and after talking with them I decided I did want to try to have a vaginal birth.

My husband felt differently. Now, everyone I talked to about my husband's fears just rolled their eyes and gave the classic "it's not his body." Comment, which was a tad upsetting to me because I dont believe that. Our son may have been in my body, yet I wouldn't have my son if I didnt have his father. My husband is just as much involved in the process of making and caring for a baby, so his opinions and feelings should be heard.

I did just that, I talked with my husband and he expressed a genuine fear to me. He was horrified and couldn't shake the feeling of losing me or our unborn son.

When I went back to the doctor about a week later, I changed my mind. I had them schedule a c section for June 1st, since they offer a 39 week induction for pregnancies after fetal demise.

In the days leading up to my c section, my womb felt particularly sore. Every moment was painful and literally felt like razors cutting into me.

June 1st arrives and we go back into the OR, my husband and I are talking excitedly as the doctors take their time and make sure they cover all bases as they are preparing to remove our son.

Keep in mind, these are Army doctors. These men and women have seen quite a bit during their time and they truly love their job. I couldn't have asked for a better people to be delivering my son.

The nurses and doctors were all talking happily as the process began, and they even were playing old school Brittney Spears over a small portable radio. I was too busy talking to my husband to realize that the whole OR went silent. They seemed to have stopped and were just staring at my belly. The OB looked at me and said "do you mind if I take a photo of your uterus?" I laughed a little, cause that was a little odd if a question but her face was different now. I said, "that's fine, is there something weird?" And she said "yes, there is something weird."

I had what they call a "window" in my uterus. Essentially, my c section scar on my uterus was weak in one area, which caused my uterus to stretch abnormally thin in one spot. The "window" was not only beginning to rupture on it's own, but it was so thin they could see my son through my uterus.

I didnt realize how grave that could have possibly been until my doctor spoke to me before discharging me on Monday. She said when she saw my uterus, she went ice cold. She told me that if I had delivered naturally, she had no doubt I would have ruptured because my window was already rupturing on its own without any contractions.

She said that had I had our son naturally, and I would have ruptured our outcome would have been very different from the one we had. From losing to my uterus, to losing my son or my own life.

I would have gone natural if I hadn't listened to my husband's concerns.

My ob says any pregnancy I have from now on will have to be delivered at 36-37 weeks to prevent baby from rupturing my uterus, and she strong advises I only have c sections. We likely wont be having anymore children, yet this was truly scary and I'm so glad I listened to my husband.

Greyson Gary Marble, born at 11:43am weighing 6lbs 8oz and 18 1/2 inches long.

Our little miracle.