But my body was pushing, and so I had no choice but to go with it. At this point, I felt no pain. Just the pure adrenaline of the situation and it acted as an excellent painkiller.
With the first push, my water broke. With the second, my daughter’s head was out. And with the third, my daughter was born, at 9:54 p.m.
She was screaming and purple, covered in blood. My boyfriend caught her and handed her to me immediately.
I sat there in disbelief, still terrified, and completely overwhelmed. I gave birth to my daughter on a bathroom floor.
Minutes after she was born, the ambulance arrived and took us to the hospital. I sat on the stretcher in the ambulance with my brand new daughter.
I called my mom and I said, ‘Well, I’ve had her! I had her at home!’ I was in a happy bubble, but my mom was beside herself with worry.
