✨ BIRTH STORY ✨ (TW❗️: TRAUMATIC, baby is okay though!)

Apologies in advance for the length of this post, but my birth experience was a WILD one for sure. My due date was August 25th. On July 9th I was home alone with my 3 year old son and I was getting ready to make dinner. I walked into my kitchen and felt a gush, checked my pants and was shocked to see blood. ALOT of blood. I called 911 and my fiancé met me at the hospital. They couldn’t determine if my water had broken because of the blood making the test invalid. They decided to admit me and hooked me up to a magnesium drip and gave me two steroid shots to mature the baby’s lungs. I spent the weekend in the hospital but had no more bleeding. An ultrasound was done and everything looked fine and the baby was great the entire time so I got discharged on Monday. August 19th at 5 AM I wake up to gushing fluid. I tell my fiancé my water broke, and he gets up to turn on the light. I call my mom immediately because she’s an hour away and I wanted her to be on her way. Once the light is on we realize my water had not broken and I was gushing blood. I get out of bed and go to use the bathroom. (A stupid choice, I know. I wasn’t thinking) After sitting on the toilet for maybe a second I lose the biggest blood clot I have ever seen in my entire life. Bigger than the size of my fist. I call 911 again. She paramedics arrive and I stand up to walk to the stretcher but start pouring blood again. Like someone turned a faucet on. I get in the ambulance eventually and they immediately put an IV in and give me oxygen. I wasn’t bleeding when I arrived to labor and delivery, so when they asked if I could give a urine sample I thought nothing of it. But when I sat to pee I lost another enormous blood clot. That’s when the doctors were called in. I was checked by three different doctors, I was 2 cm dilated. I was taken for an ultrasound that showed NO BLOOD in my uterus and they said my placenta looked fine. The doctor told me she believed the bleeding was leftover from my last bleed and she didn’t think I would bleed again. Also told baby was breech. I was admitted and told I would be staying in the hospital until I was 37 weeks. Around 10 pm I was finally allowed to eat something and as soon as I started eating I began bleeding. They told me not to eat anything else. The doctor did an ultrasound and the baby had turned head down. She decided to start me on pitocin as I was now 4cm dilated and she thought I could delivery my son naturally. A few hours later I dozed off and woke up to gushing blood again. This time was different because the bleeding was just not stopping and I could feel myself passing large clots. The doctor comes in and checks me and every time she moves her hand I just feel more blood pouring out. They weigh my blood loss and I’ve lost 1500 ml of blood. She decides it’s fine for an emergency c section. I get wheeled into the operating room, and they try to place the spinal. Over and over again they try and it’s not working. I begin sweating profusely, shaking, and on the verge of passing out. Eventually I begin hemorrhaging again, so they decide to give me general anesthesia. My son was born at 3:58 am weighing 5lbs 3oz 18 1/2 in long at 34 weeks. He wasn’t breathing but they eventually got him to breathe and he stayed on room air just fine after that. I woke up in recovery in excruciating pain. My son was so high up they couldn’t get him out so they had to cut my uterus vertically and use a vacuum. After surgery I lost one more large blood clot when I used the bathroom for the first time. I got to go to the nicu and see my son for the first time 13 hours after he was born. He’s absolutely perfect. 🥰❤️ We are both recovering well. He is still in the nicu almost 3 weeks later due to having episodes of decreased heart rate when sleeping, but that is just due to being premature and he will grow out of it . I am home and trying to get back to normal. I have developed some ptsd from my experience and severe anxiety. I’m scared to death of bleeding. I’m scared to sleep in my bed or use my bedroom bathroom. I’m finally just now getting over my fear of sitting on the toilet. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I always wanted three kids, but after this experience I will not be having any more. Which is also hard to come to terms with. Well anyway, that’s mg traumatic experience. If you read this whole thing thank you! ❤️ My beautiful boy below!