Isabells Birth

This is Isabell's birth. 

   So I was scheduled to be induce Nov 3rd 2006 @ 8pm. I was 40weeks and 4days pregnant. She just didn't want to come out after 10 grueling months of throwing up, back pain, no sleep, and swelling I was well past ready for her to come out. I got there and was already at 1 centimeters but I had also been 1ct for a month. They hooked me up to the machines to watch my contractions, baby's heart beat, and my vitals. They then inserted this gel onto my cervix to help me start dilating and gave me a shot of petocin. I had my mother and Jenny with me. 

   The nurses asked me to just lay down for an hour then I could go walk the maternity floor to make some progress. So as Jenny and I were walking around I wasn't really feeling anything until BAM!!! it hit me. I never in my life have felt that much pain now a lot of the nurses were rude. Probably due to the fact that I was 14 having a baby. Yes I know young but still they shouldn't have been judge mental bitches. As I was bent over in pain they all just seemed to shrug it off and told me it only gets worse from here. 

     I went back to the room to lay down I was done walking. I had been walking around for an hour and a half. Throughout my pregnancy I had trouble sleeping so the nurses gave me something so I could get some rest for the big day I had ahead of me. Shortly after I got all the IVs and the medicine I felt so funny. It felt as if my contractions were tickling me and I couldn't help but laugh. Throughout the night I kept waking up I was so nervous and hearing women screaming was actually terrifying. I had no idea what the hell was going to happen. 

    The next morning around 8:30am the nurses checked me for dilation. Now that is so uncomfortable and it seemed like they were just trying to cause me even more pain. Maybe it was the hormones from being pregnant making me feel this way. I was then at a  and couldn't get an epidural. The pain at that point wasn't to bad. It was just annoying that I couldn't eat or drink anything. ( At times I wish I would have looked more into birth plans) So finally around 11am I was at a 5 and could get an epidural. If you think contractions are bad, shots, etc. It is nothing compared to an epidural. That is the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Shortly after getting it my legs started going numb. It was nice I was finally able to get some sleep and apparently while sleeping the Dr came in and broke my water. 

    Things started to pick up after that but I wasn't dilating as fast as they would have liked so they upped the petocin. Now Jenny was such a life saver she had walked in the room with food lol. Now I know I shouldn't have but come on I hadn't eaten since 7 the night before and was starving. The hours seemed like they were dragging by the time is was 3pm I was only at a 7. Things needed to speed up but before I knew it at 6:30pm I was ready to push. The nurses told me I had to wait due to the fact the Dr was on her way. I was thrilled I couldn't wait to meet this person that I hadn't even laid eyes on. 

   The Dr finally got there and I started pushing. Now I never took I birthing class and couldn't feel anything. So I just pushed the only way I knew how and I gave it all my might. Everyone was encouraging me saying how great I was doing so I kept on going. I chose to have a mirror so I could watch the birth which was amazing. Once she started crowning the Dr told me she has so much hair and asked if I would like to feel it. I put my hand down there the minute I touched the top of her hair the tears started coming. That's when I couldn't wait any longer and gave 2 more huge pushes. Before I knew it my beautiful daughter was on my chest. 

   Now at 14 seeing a baby come out of your vagina was pretty shocking. I went into shock once she was on my chest I was crying with happiness. They then took her to get cleaned up and weighed that's when things got scary. At this point a lot of it is a blur I started hemmoraging badly the look on my mothers face is what made me worry. I didn't care though I couldn't take my eyes away from the beautiful person I just gave birth to. She was safe and that's all that mattered to me. I was comfortable with the idea I was dying not because I wanted to but I knew that I knew she was safe.

Ms Isabell Alicia Branch

The Night of the Induction

Only 3weeks old 

Her Godmother holding her for the first time

 Then shots were being put into my thighs I believe I was given about 4. The next thing I remembered was I started throwing up and  passed out. I woke up about 1am and finally got to hold my baby girl. She weighed 8lbs 4oz was 20inches long born at 6:57pm on November 4th 2006.She is so perfect was all I could think and I was so happy and wouldn't trade her for the world. I brought her safely into this world. She was mine she was a part of me. 

   I was able to leave the hospital 2days later breastfeeding was nothing what I expected it hurt so bad but that's a whole other story to tell. I was anemic after the bleeding so I was on a lot of meds. I had to be cut during the birth so I had stitches.It honestly felt like I had been hit by a bus from the waist down. Well that's all for now if you have any questions please feel free to ask.  

 Thank you for reading 

Maegan 

Francisco

Hello everyone, 
 Let me first off introduce myself I am Maegan. I am a 19yr old mother of 2 girls Isabell and Miya. I have a wonderful husband I have been married to for 3yrs. Now I am really new at this so please be patient with me. I am going to give you some back story of my oldest. My husband is not her biological father but blood couldn't make them any closer. 



 It all started in November of  2005 when I met Isabell's father. His name is Francisco I was 13 when we started dating. Everything started off fine in the beginning he was great, affectionate, caring,etc. Life was easy didn't have a care in the world and decided I was ready to have sex. We weren't even together a month ( Obviously didn't think it through) but we did it. I was in what I thought was love. Soon after my mother found out and wasn't happy at all about the situation she found out in the beginning of February of 2006. 






           She made an appt for me to get on birth control. The date was set for Feb 10th 2006. Now I wasn't thinking straight and the first time I didn't use protection I got pregnant Feb 6th of 2006. I went for the appt not thinking anything of it got the Depo shot didn't know I was pregnant. Then found out March 17th that I was expecting. I thought I just had the stomach flu but when I saw that little test show up with 2 lines I was shocked. At first I couldn't quite process what was going on. Then once I really took it in I was instantly in love I knew I had to protect my baby. 






      My mother was pissed she was yelling at me, cussing, crying, and she had every right to be. I called Francisco to tell him the news and he said he would be right over. Once he got there we talked outside and he told me how happy he was but would do whatever I wanted to do. Then left 10mins later that day changed my life forever. It also went way down hill for Francisco and I. My moms friends were all talking to me telling me how the baby was going to ruin my life. How I was early enough to just get a shot in my arm and make it all go away. Now I have very strong views on abortion and no way was I going to kill my child. This went on for days telling me " Its the hardest decision you will ever make but you only have a week to think about it". I couldn't believe what I was hearing my mother was even telling me to do it. I just couldn't fathom it her friends telling her that she could force me to do it. I stood my ground though and told her I would just leave she wouldn't hear from me again. I would find a way to take care of the child or I would give the baby up for open adoption. 




 She finally understood that I was serious I knew what I wanted to do.  I called Francisco who I hadn't even seen in 4days to let him know what I was thinking. I told him I was going to give the baby up for adoption because at 13 and 14 we were not prepared to take care of a child. He couldn't get a job and neither could I. He started crying and begging me to keep the baby I told him that I didn't believe we could do it. Especially so young we had school to think about and it wouldn't work.

       That's when it went down hill Francisco would come over maybe 2x  a week with brand new clothes, shoes, jewelry, etc. I asked him where he was getting all this stuff from and he told me " It was gifts from his cousin" that he  " Found a job and was going to support the baby and I". At the time I was hopeful that maybe just maybe we could keep this baby. Things started to get better we went to the Dr found out I was due Oct 30 th  of 2006. We got to see the babies heart beat. It was amazing the second I heard the heart beat I couldn't stop crying. I thought him seeing the ultrasound would some how make him into this great man. Boy was I wrong the same night he told me he was dealing drugs and that was the  " Job he had". I was shocked could not believe that's what he had been doing. 




       At first I was completely against him but I was already excited for keeping my baby that I didn't care how we had to do it. Biggest mistake ever made was allowing it. The pregnancy was going fine but our relationship was falling apart. He became more distant I would hardly ever see him when he was around he was always on his phone or upset. That's when the abuse started. We got into a fight about his phone see I found pictures of girls in his phone they were clothed but I was curious. He said " Oh its my cousins girlfriend he uses my phone a lot" but his cousin was dealing to and I knew it was a lie. How are you going to be a drug dealer with no phone? Things got really heated that night. He ended up shoving me into the wall, holding my face, and screaming at me. I was freaked out I couldn't believe he was actually getting physical with me. 






    Of course he apologized for it said it would never happen again. Now ladies I would like to pause for a minute and say that once they put their hands on you it becomes easier and easier everytime. The abuse got worse pushing turned into slapping, then punching, kicking, until it came to the point that he was beating the shit out of me. Everytime after he would always say " I am so sorry I will never do it again". Then he forced me 2x to do cocaine when I say force I am talking about sitting on my chest pinning my arms down, prying my mouth open, and putting the drugs in my mouth. Let me remind you I was pregnant this whole time. I didn't know what to do I didn't tell anyone what was going on because I knew what they would say. I also didn't want my daughter to grow up without a father. I am going to skip over a few months.  During that time frame I found out he was cheating on me with numerous girls that's why he was never around. He started doing cocaine that's why he was so violent. It was horrible and I didn't think at the age of 14 that would be happening to me. 




       My due date came and went still no baby. Isabell just did not want to come out so the Dr scheduled and induction. I was being induced Nov 3rd 2006. The night before the induction I went to his house to see him let him know what was going on you know catch him up. It was our 1 yr anniversary I just got a new cell phone it had been a good day. That ended quickly we got into another argument. See I was never allowed to touch his phone so when I got mine I made the same rule. He didn't like that and we started fighting for the phone. He then bit my arm to get me to release it. I wasn't hiding anything I was 100% faithful to him. He bit me so hard I thought I was bleeding. He of course apologized and said it would never happen again. After the fight we were talking and he wanted to have sex. Now at 40weeks and 4 days pregnant that was the last thing on my mind. It hurt to do anything. He didn't understand and started ripping my clothes off then raped me. I yelled I was fighting him to get off of me but he just punched me on my side and told me to shut the fuck up he was almost done. 




    Afterwards I just left I started walking home it was 11pm and my house was about a mile away. I didn't care I felt disgusting I was upset he tried to follow me but I lost him in an alley. After I got home I looked in the mirror at my arm I had a bruise the size of a soft ball. He had never left that bad of a mark on me. I started crying and decided to show my mom. She called the cops they came and basically told me it was my word against his. They didn't even go talk to him or anything. I didn't say anything about the rape. I told them I was trying to fight him off because he was sitting on me so he had marks too. They said if they arrested him then they had to arrest me too. So I just left it alone. 



     I went in the next night for my induction everything went fine. He was not allowed to know what hospital I was at. They even made it to where he couldn't even call and ask. He missed the birth of course I didn't want him there either. I was so hurt that he actually raped me but I had bigger things on my mind. The nurses were bitches to me all but 1 because of my age. I almost bled to death after I gave birth to my daughter. ( I will go into Isabells birth story later). Lets start wrapping things up we got back together when she was 1 week old but the violence began again when she was 3 months I finally had had enough and left him when she was 4months old. The best decision I have ever made. He tried to kill me the day I left him, threatened to drop my daughter on a marble floor it was bad. 






 I don't regret meeting him because I wouldn't have my beautiful daughter but I regret that I stayed as long as I did. I regret that the fact I grew up without my father the fear of my daughter not having hers caused me so much physical and emotional abuse. If you have any questions about this story about certain times please feel free to ask. 




 THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS. 


 Maegan