For those looking for a sweet, ooey, gooey birth story, this isn't it. I'm sorry but my birth was a nightmare. My pregnancy was fabulous, no sickness or mood swings, just pure happiness at my husband and I finally having a baby!

I had really high blood pressure a few days before my due date so the doctors induced my labor. I labored for 21 hours total. I had an epidural for the last 11 hours of labor.

I was ready and pushing for 45 minutes. Everything was great, but then my baby's head got stuck in the birth canal. They had to do a Cesarean section quickly to get her out. So the anesthesiologist came in to top off my epidural for the surgery. That is when hell broke loose.

The epidural slipped into the wrong spinal cavity and radiated to the wrong parts of my body. I had convulsions and burning fire spilling into my blood stream and filling my entire body. They had to pump me full of countless narcotics to get my body to calm down. Problem with that is that it sent me into another dimension. I didn't even know what was going on or where I was. So they wheeled me into the operating room and replaced my epidural with a spinal block. They tied me down as it started to take effect, then more hell broke loose.

It numbed my lungs and I couldn't breathe at all. I started panicking, in my already drugged state, which made it all the more terrifying. My heart rate climbed to a dangerous number and kept climbing until they said I was on the verge of a heart attack. They put a mask over my face and I was out.

The next thing I remember was being in recovery and feeling disturbingly nauseous. My husband and mom were standing around me saying, "It's a girl. She looks like her daddy. She's a screamer" and so on and so forth. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was so heavily drugged from two epidurals, being put under general anesthesia and a bucket full of narcotics in my system.

They kept my daughter in the NICU for 24 hours, during which I couldn't move so I didn't even lay eyes on her until a full day after she was born. My legs didn't work for nearly two days. Every time I tried to stand I vomited.

I ended up having to stay for five days instead of the average three days. Then two weeks after the delivery, my incision split open and had to be redone.

Due to this experience, I never want to have a C-section again, but I have been told I will definitely have to since my pelvis is too small. I cherish my daughter with every breath I take. She's my entire universe, the reason that I live. I would love to share my unending love and give her a sibling, but I have so much panic-stricken fear that I consider whether it will ever be possible.