I thought that it's my turn to share my birth story. I don't like talking about it and when I do I usually leave out a lot of details.

I had a fairly difficult pregnancy, nothing really to complain about. From around 20 weeks up until the end I had really bad pain in my pelvic area and it went down into my thighs. Some days it was so bad that I could not walk without support. I am the manager in a retail gaming store, most nights I'd send my staff home early because the pain became unavailable. I didn't want them to know in how much pain I really was. My husband was always there helping and supporting me. (Why didn't you go to a doctor) You see I did. My gynecologist and midwife both told me that it was normal.... Doing my own research I came across something called pelvic griddle pain. I believe that is what I had. I was planning to work up until I was 38 weeks, that would have been 29 February 2019. I wasn't able to. When I hit the 30 week mark the pain was worse and more than I could bare, I started having panic attacks when clients yelled at me ( I'm usually exelant in handling difficult clients)

Let's pause for a sec.

Now understand I already had a birthing plan set and ready to go. I was going to do a water birth at a birthing center (because I hate hospitals) everything was already paid for.

Oky let's continue...

I was just over 34 weeks when I blacked out at work because of pain. It was a Saturday, I went home early that day. My husband had me on bed rest for the next couple of days. My last day of work was on a Thursday. My regional manager refused that I stay home.... So I worked my last day...

Once again my husband had me on bed rest... By Friday morning I was frustrated and decided I will do something light like folding the laundry. I was sitting on the carpet in our bedroom folding clothes when I felt a lot of wetness between my legs. My first thought was that my water broke. Naturally I started panicing because the birthing center won't help you unless you are past 36 weeks. I was only 34 weeks pregnant.

I checked to see if I was right about my water braking.

I couldn't have been more wrong...

It was blood. Lots of bright red blood.

My very first instinct was to phone my husband. ( who was at work at the time) he told me to phone the midwife, so I did. The midwife told me that I need to get to the hospital asap.

Oky let's pause again

My bags weren't packed yet because I still had 4 weeks to go. All that was ready was the diaper bag.

At this stage I was trying to calm myself. My husband took me to ER where I saw a doctor. He told us that I need to get a emergency c section. Unfortunately we did not have 30 grand to put down for a bed deposit (because we already paid the birthing center) so he wrote me a letter to take to the government hospital. It said that I had to be admitted right now and I had to get a steroids injection for the babies lungs and then I had to be operated the next morning. I was told either I'm going to lose my baby or I was going to bleed myself to death....

We arrived at the government hospital and got send to the meternity ward. When I got there we struggled to get help. After 2 hours my husband had enough and made a scene (where we live if your I white person in a government hospital you won't get the proper medical attention you need) by that time I was hyperventilating and slowly working up to a panic attack. They finally got me on a bed to have me checked. The bed smelled like urine and the nurses was very rude towards me. All they told me is that I had to wait for the doctor. They had me sitting in the hallway for hours and refusing my husband to be with me. I was all alone... I saw my husband for a few minutes at visiting time witch was 7 pm Friday night. I eventually I saw the doctor witch I guess was around 9 pm. She was an Indian lady and the first person there that was nice to me and actually tried to help me. She did a scan and had me on machines to check my babies hart rate and mine. She got concerned because my babies hart rate would disappear every few seconds. She told the nurses to keep me on the bed and continue to monitor me until she can get back from the head sergeon. She was trying to get me in the theater as quickly as she could. I tried to inform my husband about what was going on but the nurses kept on fighting with me to put away my phone. By 11 pm the sergeon cleared me for the operation. The nurses struggled for about another hour to insert the drips as my vains kept on collapsing. By the time they manage to get it in my hands and arms where blue and swollen.

Once again I was sitting in the hallway. Waiting. By 2 am they told me it was time. I was lucky to send my husband a last message saying I'm going in. I had to leave my diaper bag and phone there.

I remember when I woke up just coming out of the theater that the clock on the wall said it was 4 am. I almost emediatly started crying.... Where is my baby????? All I got told is that he was in ward 8. I did not know what ward 8 was.

For the next 2 hours I was in and out of consciousness and I can't remember ever being so cold as those few hours.

I was I a room full of other women. The nurses told the lady next to me that she should sit up or they won't bring her baby. So I tried to sit up as well cause I wanted my baby. I got scolded that I wasn't supposed to sit up. I didn't know that. I asked for water and they scolded me again. By 9 am Saturday morning a different nurse told me that I can see my baby once I ate breakfast. It was difficult but I managed to eat. I got up and was looking for a nurse but couldn't find one. I started crying historically and the other ladies in the room told me it was oky they tried to make me feel better but how could I if no one wanted to tell me where my baby was. I got told someone Wil bring my bag to me but that didn't happen. I couldn't even let my husband know what was going on and he couldn't get to me because it wasn't visiting hours. By 12 I couldn't take it anymore I wanted my baby. They moved me to my own room and told me to go to ward 8. I didn't know where that was so the secerity directed me. Ward 8 was in the other side of the hospital. It was a long walk I had to carry my drip in my hand. I made it to ward 8 and found my beautiful baby boy in the NICU. That's where my husband found me. I was standing there bare foot with blood dripping down my legs. My baby was on life support. He was only on life support for a few more hours and then they only had him on antibiotics and oxygen. After 3 days they moved him to high care to observe him. He was breathing too fast when he was born. I stayed in the hospital until Tuesday. My stay continued to be very unpleasant. I got treated like I was garbage. At least my baby got the best care there was so there I can't complain. My baby boy came home the Thursday afternoon.

He was born on 16 February 2019 via emergency c section. He weighed 2.7 kg and was 52 cm tall. He is perfect in every single way. I have never in my life thanked God so much for giving me this little human I can call mine. I have endometriosis and my chances to get pregnant was very slim. But God blessed us with this beautiful baby boy.

He is 16 weeks old today and I love him with all my heart. Even though I won't put myself through that again I would do it for this perfect baby of ours.