My name is Brittaney Joe. I am a single mother of 3… I don’t feel right saying 2, I recently went through one of the most devastating experiences that I’ve ever been through in my life, my daughter passing away.

I am 39, recently separated due to my husband leaving me for someone else… we had one daughter together, Journei. Journei is 3 years old and has autism. My husband and I decided together to try and have another child, even though it was a risk because I had a placental abruption with Journei and we both almost died. After meeting with a specialist, he said it was ok to try again, so we did. Three weeks after finding out I was pregnant, my husband out of the blue tells me he wants a divorce and that we’re done. I was extremely miserable, lost, confused, and heartbroken. I was a stay-at-home mom due to a history of me having surgeries from a previous accident. He knew all this too well, but one day he just didn’t want to take care of a family anymore. He kicked me and my child out of our home, and he was totally ok with me packing a U-Haul truck while pregnant, and he didn’t lift a finger. My sister rented the truck for me.

I moved back home to Chicago to live with my mother (we don’t have the best relationship and the environment is very toxic, but she wouldn’t let me live on the streets). I have no money, no job, no help from him at all. Our daughter Journei needs a lot of things with her being disabled and still in diapers. She can’t talk, walk, etc.

With all that being said… my pregnancy was of course high risk. I was literally risking my life to carry a child we decided to have together, not knowing I would be going through all of it alone.

I found out that I was having another girl… I immediately named her Egypt. My pregnancy was not easy. I have a history of miscarrying, and I’d gone to the emergency room at least 3 times. The last time being a hemorrhage where I just knew I miscarried, blood was everywhere, but Egypt still held on. I was so scared because I was suffering terribly with depression and anxiety. I also was filled with rage at the thought of giving a man my all and feeling like he crushed my soul while abandoning me and his kids for someone new. He immediately got in a relationship with someone two days after I left, and a week later moved her into OUR home. Not even 2 months later, he asked her to marry him.

I’m saying all this to let you know I have been through it this year and things just got worse.

I had another abruption with my baby Egypt. At 33 weeks 5 days, November 26, 2025… I was in agony. I woke up in pain, cramping which I’d had a couple of weeks prior. I let my doctors know, but all they did was ask if I was bleeding and they checked my cervix, that’s it. I told them that didn’t mean anything because I had none of those signs the first time I had an abruption. So the morning of my abruption, I called Triage when the pain got too unbearable… I let them know that I was coming in and to be ready. He asked all the questions he needed and said ok they’ll be waiting on you.

No one was waiting…

I got to triage with my sister and the lady working moved slow as if she was just checking me in for a doctor’s appointment. I was in pain and yelling, no one acted as if things were an emergency. I yelled out, “I COULD BE DYING RIGHT NOW.” Someone finally comes out but to question everyone in the room before finally taking me to the back… I was livid. We were there at least 15 minutes before going to the back. At that point, every minute counted.

I was rushed into surgery, and there was a swarm of people now. I was out, and when I’d awakened, everything was silent. They explained what happened. My daughter was on the outside of the uterus somehow; she had to be resuscitated, and it took almost 18 minutes. My daughter had little to no brain activity. Egypt was being kept alive by every cord and machine imaginable. Later that day, she coded, and they had to do chest compressions and pump her with a med to get her heart back. After hearing this, my heart broke, and I had already made a decision…

Do not do anything else using extreme measures, no more chest compressions and no more medicines to get her back.

I didn’t want my girl to suffer, and I didn’t want my baby going through this. She would have no quality of life. I could’ve left her on machines, but that would’ve been me being selfish, and I could never do that to anyone, let alone my own flesh and blood. I made these decisions alone, I cried alone, I watched her alone, I did it all alone, and it shouldn’t have been that way.

My sisters were there for me as much as they could be, but my child’s father should’ve been there. Even if we weren’t together, I shouldn’t have had to do that alone, but God had me. I prayed and cried and prayed some more, and He got me through it all. I got Egypt baptized. I tried to donate her organs, but they were premature, so they didn’t want them. We gave her a bath, and they removed all machines. I held my baby, I talked to her, apologized that I couldn’t do more for her, told her how much I loved her, told her she would be missed and that she had family waiting for her in heaven… I kissed my sweet angel, and she was gone. On December 1st, 2025, I laid to rest my baby girl, Egypt Liz Rena’ Rush.

I’ve never known such pain, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Now I am home and trying my hardest to mourn. I still have to think of Jeremiah, my 12-year-old son, and my 3-year-old daughter, Journei. I have to start all over, get a divorce, heal from surgery, mourn, and try to move on with life. I don’t have anything. My husband kept the vehicle; he didn’t even have the heart to give that to me. I am not in the best physical shape thanks to having hip replacement, wrist mended, continued infections in the hip, etc., and I have no help. Like I stated earlier, my daughter Journei is disabled, and she can’t walk or talk. I have to carry her everywhere, and I’m trying to get all the resources I can to help. I just pray for help somewhere, and I’m not afraid to say I need a little help. This story is real, my story is real. I would never take advantage of people, but if you have it in your heart to donate to a single trying mother, I would be forever grateful, and so would my kids. I know there are good people in this world. I don’t have a lot of support; even my family wasn’t there for me and have yet to call and at least see if I’m ok. It’s ok though; I will make it and be stronger for all of it. I did, however, get a lot of support from some of my followers on TikTok. You can find me there @BritbeingBrit

I filmed each day and tried to let people see what I was going through, and people were so kind. I am blessed.