DONT READ IF PREGNANT! Labor and Delivery
My daughter was born in February 2022. I had a very sick pregnancy with her, throwing up all day long for 10 months. I later found out they think I had undiagnosed preeclampsia which explains it all right down to waking up bleeding profusely and the pop I heard loudly come from my left side under my rib. Had my placenta abrupted? They guessed it may have. I had an epidural and the doctor poked holes (2) in the spongey part of my spine causing my cerebral fluid to leak and I got extremely high. I went into a c section unplanned and came out with my beautiful extraordinary daughter. Then had to get two blood patches in my spine and two blood transfusions. I left after 6 days. A week or so later I felt in my soul something was wrong. I took myself to the ER late in the evening alone with no reason except that I knew something is off. They did tests and sent me home. Later around midnight, I get a call from the ER doctor asking if I am ok.. She said I had birth matter left inside and needed to get medicine to get it out. I also had a very bad UTI. The culture a couple days or so later revealed the UTI was a very rare and dangerous bacteria that is found is snakes mouths? I can’t recall which but it’s called Morganella morganii with a 41% mortality rate- resistant to antibiotics and came from my catheter. It took 5 rounds of antibiotics and nothing worked. I felt like I was dying inside. I asked for prayer and began to take Oil of Oregano. A ton of it and within a couple days or less it finally went away!
My son was born in August 2025. I had an easy smooth pregnancy with him. I could eat and not throw up and play with my toddler and live normally. It was great! Nearing the end, about a month before I gave birth, I felt something was off. My uterus. My doctors said nothing is wrong and my uterus is good. I began to have fear of dying but only told one friend when she asked how I was. I couldn’t keep it in and felt if I exposed the fear it would feel better. So I prayed nightly and every night God would tell me to not fear. He said he has his hand over my uterus, my baby and me. So I trusted him. I wanted a VBAC and was promised I could try. I was excited and knew I could do this. But after 48 hours of hard labor, contractions not even two minutes apart. I felt awful burning pain on my old c section scar. I went into the ER maternity ward twice but was sent home because I wasn’t dilated enough. I went from screaming pain to it hurting so bad and feeling so weak at home that I felt something was going wrong. I no longer could yell in pain. I was internalizing it silently and knew I needed to go in. I calmly told my family who rushed over to care for my 2.5 year old daughter. I said my goodbyes and went to the ER. They found my son was in distress when I would contract. They said they feel I should not do a VBAC but a c section. I usually feel weary of doctors but I could see in their eyes they cared. I went through with a c section trusting God through it. I saw my little baby come out purple, not crying at first, to then turning pink and sobbing. I was shivering and happy. I heard the doctors and surgeon gasp a bit while working on my stomach. Later in recovery she told us it was a miracle I was in the OR. That she could see my son in my uterus and that she barely touched a finger to my uterus and it popped. That if i had continued to labor and deliver I would have had a uterus rupture. Instead of fear I felt peace. My God always showing his grace.
I thank God for my two children and would do the terrifying parts all over again just to breath them in a hug, to watch them laugh hard belly laughs, to comfort them crying, watch them run around the park, sleep beside me in the night. I’d do it again and again.