This is my story: When I found out last year I was pregnant I was petrified! I had no clue what I was going to do and to top it all off the father whom I had been seeing for almost a year decided he wanted nothing to do with our child and wanted me to have an abortion. Luckily I have the most wonderfull family in the world. I made the decision to go thru with this without him but with the support of my entire family. Most of the pregnancy went fine. A few bumps in the road but everything was great. I didn’t really enjoy being pregnant physically. I loved knowing what was growing inside me but hated the physical pain that was comming with it. Unfortunatly I wasn’t one of the lucky ones who was saved from stretch marks. They in my opinion were horrible!! Two days before my due date they decided to induce my labor. I had been having pain in my stomach and hadn’t been able to keep much food down. They couldn’t seem to find the problem so they decided they wanted to get him out. They started inducing me at 8 am on a thursday morning. All day long i was slowly progressing but with terrible pains and bleeding too. They told me this was normal. That night, they insisted I take some sleeping medication to get some rest for the next day. So I did and actually had a couple of doses during the night. The next morning at about 6 am they woke me up to check my progression. They told me I was a little more than 6 centimeters and I could have an epideral. So around 6:20 the guy came in the give me the epideral. That wasn’t nearly as bad as I had feared. I turned to lay back down and in doing so my water broke. Good news! Well bad news it was full of blood. They didn’t seem to concerned about this. While laying in the bed I was feeling pretty good. Feeling no pain at all. Then all of a sudden the entire hospital was in my room. Everyone was yelling at me to breath. They had put an oxygen mask over my face because I had stopped breathing. My son had “fallen off the monitor” and they couldn’t get him back. Before I knew It they were rushing me down the hall into another room. I had no idea what was happening. The last thing I remember is someone pinching me and asking If I could feel it. I told them yes and they they yelled “Put her out”. A few hours later I woke up and my family was standing around me looking like they just finished crying. I asked my mom what happened and was he ok? She said yes and I had to have a “crash c-section”. She said that my placenta had seperated and my sons heart had stopped beating and I had stopped breathing and was bleeding to death. I still wasn’t really understanding what had happened because of all the drugs in my system. Just to give you an idea how fast everything happened.. I had the epideral at 6:20 am and at 6:52 am my son was born. Finally at 11:30 am I was able to see and hold him for the first time. I love my son with everything in me but I can’t help feeling like I was cheated. I wanted to have him naturally and be able to hold him when he first came out. Instead all i’m left with is a horrible scar (vertical incision) and nasty stretch marks. I feel terrible for saying that. I just really hate the way I look now. But, I am thankfull to God that my son is alive and doing wonderfull. He didn’t even have to go to NICU. He stayed with me the entire time. I am so amazed with him every day. I know that I will eventually be ok with my body, but there’s part of me that wonders who would ever want someone with a child and a stomach that looks like mine. Well its been 3 months now. My son is amazing!! I never knew I could love someone so much. I absolutley love being a mom.