On March 20th I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy!

On Wednesday the 26th my right arm was numb and we decided to go to the hospital to be on the safe side (I thought it could be nothing it could be something but I have a baby now I can’t take chances) we arrived to the hospital and they quickly passed me back and had me do exercises to test my strength level I wasn’t surprised when I couldn’t do it with my right hand since that was the reason I came in, but when they had me try with my right leg and it wasn’t responding I immediately started crying because that’s when I realized something was wrong. They wheeled me away and all I could think about was how my baby was with my husband and he would need me because he only breastfeeds. As I was surrounded by many medical professionals and they were connecting me to all kind of machines and drawing blood and talking to me telling me I was potentially having a stroke (honestly so much was going on) I asked a nurse if she could please take formula to my baby because I knew he would need to eat soon and I honestly didn’t know if I would be back. It’s scary having those thoughts run through your head. But I was there my mind went there. They took me in for an MRI and CT scan and I prayed the entire time. During my MRI the tech was so sweet and she played worship music for me. Worshiping and praising through the uncertainty is the only way I know to stay calm and positive. After running the tests, they took me back to the room where my husband and baby were and I was able to kiss my baby before my sister picked him up. Since they told me I would be getting admitted and having my baby at the hospital isn’t the best thing for him. (Although I was devastated since this was the first time he would be away from me.) The following day I was visited by physical therapist, speech therapist, swallow specialist, and a neurologist. After completing yet many more evals I was discharged from the hospital with an order to do physical therapy to regain my strength and follow ups with neurology. I wasn’t given an exact answer as to the reason I lost a bit of my strength in the first place. The theory was a blood clot was potentially forming or a pinched nerve. I was taking blood clotting medication to help with post-partum bleeding, which they asked me to stop taking because that could increase the chances of a blood clot to form. The same day I was released and I thought I was safe and was ready to enjoy all the cuddles and kisses from my baby boy, I started bleeding excessively. I was sitting in blood, soaked in blood, it was terrifying. I thought I was dying. I started telling God I wasn’t ready, I am not ready to leave this world and my baby behind. My brother called the ambulance and they once again took me away. Back to the hospital we went this time for a hemorrhage. I am currently receiving antibiotics to prevent a potential infection and will continue to follow up to ensure I am on my way to being fully recovered.

This has been the scariest, most challenging time of my life. I want nothing more than to heal so I can be there for my baby—to hold him, feed him, and experience every precious moment with him.

If you feel led to donate, any amount would mean the world to me and my family. Your support will help with my recovery expenses. Even if you can’t donate, prayers and shares are deeply appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, for your kindness, and for standing with us during this difficult time.