My birth story...

Okay so let's go back to 2009. I got pregnant on July 4th. My sister was 6 weeks pregnant and she kept telling me I was pregnant. I went to the emergency room July 13th. I had horrible back pain. I thought it was a kidney stone. My pee test was negative. They ruled out pregnancy. They assumed it was a kidney stone bc of my history. But I asked them to draw my blood and do an hcg test just in case. The doctor came in an hour later and said well you're pregnant. I cried and cried. My bf broke up with me a few hours before that. So fast forward to 20 weeks. I went into preterm labor every few days. They tried medicine and p17 shots. It was the day before thanksgiving. My contractions were 3 min apart and I dilated to a 2. My doctor sent me home after giving me sleeping medicine. I woke up the next day and was talking to my aunt. I sneezed and a little fluid came out. Assumed it was pee. Told her I would call her back. I had just made a cheese cake. Put it in the fridge and went to the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and my water broke. Water was just gushing out. I screamed for my mom. I had no idea what was going on. She starts screaming. We rush to the hospital. I call my OB on the way to the hospital and she says "there is no way your water broke" so I get there and they are amazed. I was just 22 weeks. My water completely broke. They refused to give me any medicine. No steroids. No antibiotics. I'm flipping out. My mom is trying to keep me calm. They eventually listen to me and give me the steroids and antibiotics I'm begging for. They tell me my baby isn't viable and he won't survive. I told them to shut up because I didn't have contractions and I didn't need stress. I got transferred to a bigger hospital. I'll remember this forever. As I'm getting there, the first nurse I meet, she was so beautiful and had a picture of a gorgeous blonde haired girl on her name tag. She told me that I was her 6 years ago. That everything would be okay. That she had her water break at 20 weeks and she carried her to 34 weeks. I was admitted to hospital bed rest. During my stay they had many therapies to help me cope. Art and music therapy were nice. They had me tour the NICU. My doctors were assholes but the nurses were keeping me going everyday. I made it 2 1/2 more weeks. It was 7pm on dec 12th and I was in pain. I had contractions. They gave me pain medicine and brethine. The last thing I remember the doctor saying was "every time you call us, it's gonna take 

 Longer for us to respond. You will most likely deliver your baby up here before we even get to you" I was so 

Mad. She said the medicine worked and would see me tomorrow. 845pm comes around and I felt something so wrong. It felt like there was a Tampon in me. I page the nurse. She gets the doctor. The doctor checks me and screams. She then screams csection stat. I can see an arm. My son had put his arm through my cervix. So I instantly say "shove it back in" and the doctors tilt my bed pretty much upside down. The doctor keeps her hand in me. We rush to the OR. I'm calling my sons father in the elevator. He's an hour away. They place my spinal. The first 9 times they kept missing. On the 10th time they get it. I was in so much pain. They give me oxygen and pain meds. I'm calmer. But then all of a sudden I had a shooting pain in my wrist where my IV was. My IV blew. It hurt so bad I ripped my arm out of the Velcro on the OR table. I'm screaming in pain. It hurt so bad. They put in 2 IV's. One on each arm. They then gave me something that made me so tired and so out of it. I'm laying there waiting to hear my son cry so I knew he was okay. Nothing. I just hear the machines beeping and the staff talking. Everyone feels so far away. I had a nurse that held my hand and rubbed my head the whole time. 9:19pm and the doctor says "it's a boy" he had his own set of doctors and nurses. I'm laying there wondering if he's okay. The nurse tells me they are working on him. Then they wheel him next to me so I can see him and rush him off to the NICU. It felt like forever. And it felt like they were tugging me side to side. Once I'm stitched, they took me to recovery. They said I had to wait till my spinal wore off before I could see him. They said it would be hours. I had to move myself from the OR table to the regular bed before they would let me see him. I kept pushing myself to move my body and kept telling myself I gotta see my baby. After 45 min, I told them I was ready to move myself and she said no way. And I said okay my son is in the NICU and idk how he is and I'm moving myself to this other bed with or without your day so. I Moved myself. She was amazed. I just needed to see my son. He was so little in his isolette. But he was alive. I knew he would be okay. He made it through the delivery for a reason. He's now about to be 6. After 8 1/2 months in the NICU he came home.