Here is my birth story..

my due date was suppose to be June 1st but my little one had other plans haha. it was about 5:30am on June 6th in the morning when I arrived at the hospital for my induction. My doctors decided to induce me because of concern of how big my baby was. As soon as I arrived and was getting all checked in a woman came in behind me bent over in pain saying she was in labor I was terrified looking at her lol but she gave me some words of encouragement so I felt a lot better. I get checked into triage and they monitor me and the baby for what seemed like hours (only cause they were waiting for a room for me) 2 hours later a nurse came in to start an IV. She attempted to put one in my arm but completely blew my vein ( in my opinion she didn't know what she was doing at all ). Then another nurse tried coming in to start an IV with little to no luck because she couldn't find my veins. Shortly after getting poked a thousands times she gave up and went to get more help so another nurse came in and finally found a vein in my hand and started the IV. Then a nice lady came in and did a ultrasound to my surprise saying that my baby was only 7lbs and 13 oz. When on June 1st when I had an OB visit they said my son was between 8-9 pounds, which confused me but anyways. 3 more hours went passed and I FINALLY was able to get a room. Once I arrived in the room they put me on a pill to soften my cervix. However the room they put me in wasn't clean at all. It literally looked like somebody just gave birth in it and they put me in the same room right after so after some complaints they put me in a new room which was way more cleaner and comfortable so I got all snugged in and at this point my midwife comes in and starts me on pitocin. It was about 8am June 7th and I was finally starting to feel some mild contractions but my cervix would not dilate what so ever. So they inserted 3 balloons about 80% and this is where everything went down hill. There was blood everywhere I was so uncomfortable in such terrible pain. I was hooked to all of these monitors it was such a pain trying to unhook myself from everything everytime I wanted to go to the bathroom and I was just so aggravated! Now it's 12pm in the afternoon my contractions where 3-5 minutes apart but I was only dilated to a 1 🙃 at this point I gave in and asked for pain meds so they gave me some (which felt like heaven) so I slept for a minute just to constantly get up & pee, so I barley got any sleep. Now it's about 4pm and they come in to check my cervix again. I was dilated to a 2 at this point so they deflated one of the balloons which I thought would give me so much relief but didn't, which at this point I started bleeding more. All of the doctors claim it was just the "bloody show" since my cervix was dilating but I was still terrified that something was wrong. But with my mom and husbands help they calmed me and I tried to relax. Midnight hits and I'm finally dilated to a 3 so they deflate the other two balloons takes them out and ups my pitocin at this point I felt like dancing cause I was overjoyed that my baby boy would be here soon😊 this is where labor started kicking in about 4pm in the afternoon my water finally broke! It honestly felt like the whole Niagra Falls was coming out of my vajayjay! the contractions came faster, harder and more painfully. I was so uncomfortable and it felt like I had to take the biggest shit. I was in so much pain I was beyond exhausted so I literally had zero tolerance for the contractions & when my midwife came in to check me she said I was dilated to about a 8 by my surprise so I decided to ask for an epidural. After receiving the epidural I had no pain relief at all 😞 I could still feel everything and the contractions were only getting worse & worse. 10pm rolls around and I was dilated at a 9. I was in so much pain constant pressure in my lower back all I wanted to do was poop lol. The contractions hurt worst than ever to the point I couldn't breathe through them anymore so all I could do was scream fuck fuck fuck. I begged to try to stand but the nurses wouldn't let me since I was so "numb" waste down but I kept telling them I could feel my legs perfectly fine and the epidural didn't work but all of them ignored me. All of a sudden everything took a turn for the worst. I had the highest blood pressure and it wouldn't go down from all the pain I was in then once another contraction started happening I ended up having a seizure during it. At this point (according to my mom and husband) a crap ton of doctors rushed in to try to get the situation underneath control I was put on oxygen and stabilized, after the seizure my midwife finally decided to call for a emergency c-section because I wouldn't dilated to a 10 plus the seizure and my baby was underneath so much distress. All I remember is nodding in and out of consciousness during the c-section. I felt everything tug, pull & cut but was to weak to move or talk. My mom later told me that the doctors had to tie my hands down because I couldn't stop shaking. At this point call me a drama queen but I thought I was honestly going to die, I've lost so much blood, had a seizure, couldn't focus and totally lost control over all of my bodily functions. It was in that moment that I faintly heard my baby boy cry out but I wasn't fully conscious enough to react. At 3:45am I woke up in the recovery room in amaze that my baby boy came out a big wopping 9lbs and 6oz with a head full of hair as beautiful as can be. I was still kind of loopy & out of it but found the strength to hold him (with my mom & husbands help) and gave him skin to skin. At this moment I finally found peace. After laboring for so long and having everything take a turn for the worst I couldn't be more happier than to finally have a healthy baby boy in my arms. And till this day I constantly thank god for letting me and my baby survive ❤️ Ezra Denise Morris, born at 2:26am June 8th weighing 9lbs and 6oz!

Here's us today ❤️