I wish I could remember, but I can’t.
The day my daughter was born was one of the worst and best days in my life — a day that almost ended my life — and I can’t remember much of it at all.
After spending six weeks in and out (mostly in) of the hospital — I went into labor sometime after 1:00 a.m. on May 12, 2012.
I was in the hospital because of a severe case of placental accreta, which later turned into placenta percreta.
My daughter’s placenta implanted smack dab on my scar tissue from my previous C-sections and began to burrow through my uterus. She always has gone her own way!…
. . . Read the whole story over at TheMighty.com.
Read about ICAN’s Accreta Awareness Month.