So my labor and birth was not ideal to how I wanted it, but all in all, I got my beautiful daughter out of it, so I couldn't be happier.

Payton Alaska was born on 7-11-17 at 10:36 at night, weight of 8 pounds 11 ounces and 21 inches long.

I went into labor Sunday night around 10:30, my contractions were close together but bearable, so I went to sleep anyways, thinking they were Braxton hicks contractions. I woke up Monday morning and they were still steady, and growing stronger, but I decided to time them. After an hour or so of timing, they were about 3 minutes apart at the longest and very short, the longest one only lasting 1 minute. We went to the hospital only for them to tell me I was having contractions but wasn't at all dilated, so I went home, mind you this is around 5:30 in the afternoon now, because I labored at home for awhile. I went home and rested, hoping they would either stop, or get longer. By 1:00 in the morning I was in a lot of pain and we went back to the hospital, I was 4 cm dilated and 100% thinned! They started an IV and admitted me. Things seemed to go so slow from there, and I was exhausted as I hadn't slept since Saturday night. My contractions were bearable so I didn't ask for any pain meds, and I was doing really well. 8:00 in the morning rolled around and I was finally getting a little sleep, but none of it was restful, and this is where my nightmare started. The on-call doctor came into the room, and hollared at me until I woke up. When I woke up, she forcefully introduced herself and proceeded to pull my legs apart and check me. I was 5cm dilated and 100% thinned. She said we were going to wait longer to see if I dilated more on my own. At this point they were worried about how little sleep I had, and wanted me to rest between contractions, so they started nubane in my IV. Not even 5 minutes after they started it, I was drunk off my ass(excuse my language, but I can't think of any way else to put it!). I was resting between contractions but I still wasn't sleeping at all. About an hour later she broke my water and then started a cathader on me(don't ask me why, because the nurse was even confused!) after that, I started to dilate more, and contractions started to get much stronger, but I still didn't want the epidural, as I tolerate pain well. I was 6cm dilated when she decided to put in a vaginal device to monitor my contractions, on top the cathader, this was very uncomfortable ! Fast forward a little more, I'm becoming very tired but i was still being tough. She starts petocin to make my contractions even stronger and dilate me more, and this was the worst thing. She was very rude to me throughout my entire labor, and didn't want to let things go how I wanted them to. Shortly after she started petocin, I was crying and begging for the epidural, and a half hour after that started, I finally got it. It helped, but not much at all. They checked me and insisted I was 8 cm, but told me I couldn't push, but I really felt like I needed to, but they kept insisting I couldn't. They started to check me more, and it was hurting more and more each time. The doctor came in and said she wanted to check me again, and I cried and pleased her not to, but she forcefully did it anyways, even while my boyfriend was yelling at her not to because she was hurting me, I cried all while she checked me, only for her to tell me I was only 8.5cm, and I still couldn't push, but I couldn't help it anymore, I had to. So I started pushing, and with no luck after about 15 pushes, I stopped. I started to fall asleep mid-sentence, and they had to yell at me to keep me awake. I didn't know what was going on, and they were checking me while I was sleeping because I couldn't stay awake. I remember the doctor yelling at me that I needed to push, and when I opened my eyes there were atleast 10 people in my room yelling at me, so I started to push. She kept yelling at me to push harder, and I kept telling her I couldn't push any harder and I needed a csection. I remember her telling me after the fourth time I begged for a csection that I didn't know what my own body could handle, and I had to push because she refused to give me a csection. I kept trying but was begging for the surgery the entire time because I knew I couldn't do it, and it was going to hurt Payton. The doctor left the room to get the anesthesiologist team and one nurse stayed behind to try to coach me to push more, and I kept trying, but nothing was happening. Eventually they came into the room and found the babies heart beat dropping slowly, so they rushed me back to surgery and numbed me as fast as they could, and then my boyfriend came into the room above my head, and held my hand while I shook and came in and out of sleep. At 10:36 pm on Tuesday the 11th of July 2017, I heard my beautiful daughters first cry, and then I fell asleep after my boyfriend told me how beautiful she was. When I woke up, I was still numb from the ribs down, and my left arm was numb, but they laid her in my right arm and she latched for the first time and ate for 40 minutes.

The doctor was very rude and wouldn't help me at all through labor, I shouldn't have had a csection, because I was told I should've been aloud to push when I needed to, and when I pushed the first time, the intervaginal device is what stopped it from working. This women made my labor and birth a nightmare, when it shouldn't have been. But I am so thankful for a few of the nurses who were there the whole time, they made it much easier. I am so thankful my daughter is here safe and healthy and happy. But I pray that she never treats another women how she did me.

Without further adue- here is miss Payton Alaska at almost 3 weeks old now