Having you first child should be THE HAPPIEST time of your life. It was for me .... One week later the Devil tried to take that happieness away, but I WON the fight with him, AND cancer!

I was pregnant with my first child. A girl. She was stubborn already during my pregnancy. She was breech until I was 37 weeks and I was terrified of having a C-section. Finally she flipped at my 38 week check-up, but she was refusing to drop to push on my pelvic bone which would make me prepare for a vaginal birth by helping me dilate. Needless to say, her due date came and went.

She was due February 1, 2011 … born one week later, February 8, 2011. Londyn Averie. 8lbs 11oz, 19 inches long, born at 4:37pm EST by Caesarian delivery AND had two teeth! (Yes, she was born with two bottom teeth). She is my angel, my savior from cancer – I owe my life to my daughter. This is my story …

I was admitted into the hospital for labor induction at 5:00am that morning. I was prepared to have a natural, vaginal delivery. The Pitocin was started around 5:30am and the waiting game began. I started feeling contractions about an hour later, but nothing too intense. The Pitocin was increased.

Contractions were increasing, but still not enough to make me dilate or efface. Eventually there had to be an internal fetal monitor attached to the baby to monitor the intensity of the contractions. The nurses told me she was practically in my throat she was so high up in the birthing canal.

So after several hours and very intense pain between the contractions and the insertion of the internal fetal monitor, I was told I would have to be prepped for a C-section. The medications were administered, the doctors and nurses talked to us, the family said their prayers and I went into the surgery room ready and willing to FINALLY meet my daughter. I was told beforehand that it usually took a total of 20 minutes from start to finish. I went into the OR at 4:07 … my daughter was born at 4:37 … but I did not get into recovery until 5:30.

During the delivery the doctor had noticed internal bleeding coming from one of my ovaries. Then they had noticed the ruptured cyst that was causing it. The doctor informed me that she may have to remove my left ovary due to the cyst being so big, but that she was going to try to remove the cyst and save the ovary, which she was eventually able to do.

The 9cm cyst was removed from my left ovary and although they said it did not seem to be a suspicious-looking growth, it was protocol to be sent for biopsy. That was the last I even thought about the matter. I never was worried that it might be cancer.

There is no history of cancer that runs in my family. When I got to my room and got to spend that quality time with my daughter I was in 7th heaven. I couldn’t imagine anything wrong with the world in those first moments.

That was my first week …