I'm ready to talk about my delivery story. It's a long, painful and scary one. So let's begin! On july 6th, I started getting contractions that were mild pain and 7 min apart. I think nothing of it because it's been going on like that for weeks. At 10 they get worse and closer together but I can sleep. So I did. 4 o'clock I'm woken up with the worst pain I've felt since having my 1st child. I knew active labor has started. So i time them and the whole time I'm feeling constipated. So now I'm confused. Do I need to poop or is baby coming. At 530 I wake up my husband and tell him that my contractions are 5 min apart for 1 hr. So I call the nurse she said go in. As were about to leave, my water broke. I slap a pad on,change my clothes. Were ready to go. In the hospital I go up the hall alone wanting to lean on my husband who cant be up there yet cuz u know covid. The admission lady was fucken rude. Ready to pop her one. And then I get checked. I can barely understand the nurse and she gets frustrated with me. I apologize for it and shes still a bitch. Finally they get me a sweeter nurse and I just didnt want her to leave. She did the covid test on me and said if its neg I can call my husband up. Test come back an hour later, neg. Husbands on his way up, I'm on my way to my room. My nurse, who is amazing, has the anistiologist ready to go! He does his thing, I feel nothing while hes doing it. They're talking to distract me and I'm done with the epidural i can lay back down. Husband is with me, i feel ok. My nurse checked me I'm at 5 cm. A big contraction hit me and i felt it. I told my nurse i can feel it and she said I'm feeling pressure not pain. I said i feel both. She said i can push the button so i do for extra dose. I felt relief for a few min. Now I'm shaking. I tell my nurse I am she said it's due to the epidural. Then she tells me I have high blood pressure. She goes on about how I was supposed to be an easy patient and now I made it hard. I apologize. She said she meant nothing by it. It time for a nurse switch, I get another nice nurse. An hour later she says I spiked a fever. I had covers on me cuz I felt cold so she took them off. I'm shaking and shivering feeling like shit. The delivery doctor comes in and says I'm 5 cm. The nurse said the previous nurse checked me and I was 5. She said she must have did it wrong. So now im put on pitocin to speed it up. And remember, the epidural is nothing for me! So i feel pain, pressure, cold, and i feel like just shit. I'm out of it at this point. They had to give me a shot to bring down the fever. They said it cant be covid cuz I'm neg. I'm just like do something to make it stop! I'm done telling them at this point that I'm in pain (I think they can see it). At 8 cm, baby isnt doing well. He cant handle that theres no water so they put fluid back in me and turn me to my side, nope my other side, nope. Doggy style. I cant even stay up on my legs with the pain. At this point I'm just praying for all this to end. My husband is trying to talk to me. I dont wanna talk to him. He thinks I'm dead or unconscious. Nurse tells him I'm fine just in pain and for him to help hold me cuz I'm leaning to a side. NO FUCKEN SHIT! 10 CM, I get to push yay! Get him out!! I'm pushing and pushing, hes stuck, I need oxygen. I'm blackening out at this point from the high blood pressure, fever and pain. I come to and push him out with one big push. They want me to slow down, nope! I want him out! So hes out now and I tore. Yep felt it! 2nd degree tear. Hes not crying, I'm freaking out. They tell me to remain calm or I'll have a seizure. Idc! He cries but he doesnt sound right. NICU doctor and nurse come in and his oxygen is low and he swolled fluid. As they work on him, I find out my placenta doesnt wanna come out. So they're rubbing on my stomach and trying to make it come out. It wont budge! The delivery doctor goes in with her hands and pulls it out bits by bits. Now my high blood pressure was really high cuz they put my son on my chest to calm me down and then take him away because hes barely breathing. My husband follows him to the nicu. The doctor is still working on getting everything out. I'm bleeding now, no hemorrhaging! My husband comes back, I'm out of it. He sees it. Hes panicking now but not showing it. Finally 30 min later, everything's out. I can recover and not feel pain. I black out with my legs up cuz that's how they had them. My husband is talking I come to. Black out again. I'm going in and out every few min at this point and I can see all the blood and placenta and paper towels. It looked like a torture site. I guess I sleep for an hour and everything cleaned. I'm checked on. My high blood pressure is still high, fever still high, I've lost almost a liter of blood. How am I not dead or at least having a seizure? Food comes an hour later, I can only eat so much. I'm wheeled now into my recovery room and checked on every hour. I cant sleep comfortably at this point. They're pushing on my stomach to check for any placenta and my bleeding. Everything's the same. I'm given more medication. One of the mes gives me bad diarrhea. Now I'm given something for that. And I'm advised that I cant see my newborn for 24 hrs cuz of the fever. I'm sleep anyways. My husband checks on the baby, he showed me pics and my son is attached to wires. I want to cry but I'm still out of it. My husband breaks down after holding it strong for so long. I'm comforting him and blackening out. I can hear him on the phone with his dad. They're both crying now. Next day comes around and I'm feeling a lil better. Fever gone, blood pressure normal. They still push down on my stomach and it hurts so bad. I need to pee, I'm shaking as they help me. I still cant see my baby. I call the NICU to check on him. Hes progressing. I'm happy now but crying. My husband cries and he tells me that he thought he was going to have to be a widowed dad. Now were both crying. I'm in the hospital for 2 days, my son 7 days cuz he has an infection. Were happy and healthy now. I've come to terms with it and were moving forward from it. Baby boy is now 3 weeks old and happy. I'm almost done from recovering. But I cant shake the fact that I almost died. Still, were moving forward. Thank you for reading my story and I'm sorry it's long. God bless 🙏