👶🏻✨ MY BIRTH STORY ✨👶🏻

November 3'rd, 2016, my water broke around 12-1 AM while I was on the toilet. (The irony huh 😅)

Everyone in my household was still awake so I ran to go tell them, water drippin' down my leg & all.

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I didn't have any contractions, and never really had any during my pregnancy either.

When we get to the hospital, they send a swab to the lab and get the positive that it IS my water, and I'm in LABOR. Early labor at least.

I was dilated to a 1, and still had no contractions.

They kept checking every couple of hours and I would not dilate at alll, my body was just not having it, so they had me set to be on Pitocin at 7 AM.

13 hours since we arrived at the hospital, and I'm still barely dilated too a THREE. A THREE.

I finally started to feel a little bit of contractions, but I was too exhausted too care, honestly, even though they were hell. And I mean, hell. (god bless the women who do this shit naturally).

A little while later, my stress levels got high, and baby's heart rate started to drop so a swarm of nurses came in trying to figure out what was going on. After a couple of tosses and turns and the right position, Bella was back at a stable heart rate & back on track.

16 hours after being admitted in the hospital, I am dilated too a FOUR, ladies and gentlemen.. I was slowly getting there, AND BOY DO I MEAN SLOWLY. Lol

I got the epidural, which honestly I was more scared of than birth itself, but I knew there was no way in hell I could do without it.

Slight pinch, and I was good to go.

That epidural had me feeling so brand new, best decision ever.

A couple of hours later I dilated to a 7 1/2, couple hours later than that.. I was at a NINE.

When they told me that I was like THANK GOD HALLELUJAH, LESSS DO ITTTT 🙌🏻 I was more than ready to have this baby.

They get everything set up while waiting for me to dilate that one more.

In the delivery room is my boyfriend, my mom, and my mother in law.

They talk me through the process before I finally start to push and I'm like "okay, say no more, I got this" and then it was time to push and I was like "FUCKING SATAN WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK HELP", okay not really but pushing made me REALLY angry. 😂

I was sitting there yelling at my boyfriend, my mom, my DR, my nurse, (not my mother in law because she was scared after I popped her blood vessel from squeezing her hand too hard 😩), but boy was I pissed that this baby wouldn't come out of me.

They took me off the epidural right in the middle of giving birth too see if more of my feeling would come back & that'd help... and it didn't do much.

My DR was trying to vacuum her out as I push, and it seemed like nothing was working.. they started thinking of doing a c-section but my DR said one last thing before deciding to do that... a episiotomy.

He didn't even ease me into it, he literally looked at me and said "okay Jennifer, we're going to cut you open, you won't feel it", REALLY?

I literally was like "what'd he say? WHAT THE HELL DID HE SAY???" And nobody would answer me, I was so stressed, y'all. 😭

But all that immediately went after because that episiotomy worked, and I pushed my baby girl out with one big push and before I knew it..

There was a little glowing goddess on top of me ❤️

I was so mixed emotion-ed, so many thoughts were going through my head, I couldn't even process.

They stitched me up, took Bella away to get cleaned, and I was so happy I was done with that.

I was so happy it was all over and I finally had Bella here with me.

They moved me to my post partum room.. and oh, you thought this story was over? Nope. 😒

I thought everything would go uphill from that, but I was wrong wrong wrong.

Right after my delivery, I had a fever that got HIGH, so high that I was separated from my daughter until it shot back down, and I got an infection from all the dilation checking they did while I was in labor. (They said that might happen), and if I thought that couldn't get any worse..

I got a x-ray done, and they found inflammation in my lungs so I had to get a CT which showed a nodule in one of my lungs which could've lead to pneumonia.

They did more tests which showed my potassium and iron levels were extremely low.

If only you could guess the amount of IV medicine and pills I had to be on.

Due from all that, I was told breast feeding was not the best option for Bella, which I was very disappointed about.

AND IF YOU THINK IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE, JUST WAIT..

While they had Bella in the nursery, they noticed her left arm was swollen and she would barely move it so they issued a x-ray and it came back that her clavicle AND her rib were fractured from how intense my birth was!

So my little angel had to be put in a sling, and if I wished any of that bad shit would go away from me, I stopped and prayed that I'd rather anything in the world would happen to me than let my baby girl be hurt. 😩

After 3 days of being in the hospital, I was BACK with my baby girl, fever free, inflammation getting cleared up, and I was ready to be released!

Trust me when I say, that day, I was glowing.

GLOWING. I was so happy I could take my little one home, and just get healthy and make sure she's okay.

Almost 6 months later, here we are... I'm happy and healthy, she's happy and healthy, everything is okay, and GOD IS GOOD! ❤️

My birth was pretty traumatic but I'd do it a million times for her. Not any one else though, but I am NOT have anymore kids. 😅