So a few years ago my ex fiancé and I were trying everyday for a baby. It’s all we wanted out of life. Well one day it finally happened. That second line showed up and I couldn’t have been a happier mother-to-be. We started saving up, looking for a house to buy, I was applying for insurance to help with the baby because I wasn’t working at the time. Fast forward a month; I was sitting on the couch, cuddling my man, his hand on my belly, watching a movie…. *sharp pain* …. “Babe are you okay?” *pain intensifies and then dulls* “Yeah I think so. It’s common to still have period-like cramps this early on. That’s all it is.” So we continued our movie… *abdominal pain that felt like a hundred knives stabbing me* I start to cry. “Baby! I’ve never seen you react like this to cramps. Are you SURE you’re fine?!” *pain subsides slightly* “I promise. I’m fine. This is normal. I’ve had really bad cramps you just haven’t been around when I’ve had them.” I go to get up to use the restroom.. I can’t move. My ribs felt like they were breaking. I called my cousin to pick me up to go home because I didn’t feel good. I could barely walk to the car. I was in more pain than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’d just wait it out. Everything was fine. I’m in bed crying and crying because I physically cannot move without feeling like my organs were exploding and my ribs were cracking along with my spine. I yelled and screamed for my mom. She rushed me to the hospital. I knew now something had to be wrong with my baby. I was in more pain than I knew was possible. The ER nurses gave me pain medicine, nothing was working. I went in for a CT scan even though I told them I was pregnant. They didn’t care. They gave me more pain medicine. It finally started to kick in. 3 hours pass in the ER, waiting for my test results. Next thing I know the doctor is rushing in the room saying I need emergency surgery and it can’t wait. If I didn’t get into surgery I might not make it. I was rushed to the operating room and then I was counting down. 10… 9…. 8……. 7………… I was out. I woke in a room with my family sitting next to me. The doctor comes in and asks my family to leave the room. “You had an ovarian cyst rupture and cause a massive amount of internal bleeding. This was caused from a failed pregnancy. If you had waited any longer to come in to the ER I wouldn’t be talking to you right now.” I lost it. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I had to tell my fiancé. He had to know our baby didn’t make it. I had to tell him. I’m trying and trying to get ahold of him. He’s not answering. I call his mom to see if she knows where he is and why he isn’t answering. “Oh he left with [female coworker]. He said she needed help with something. What’s going on, hun?” Fast forward another couple months; my fiancé broke things off with me because I found out I had PCOS and will have a hard time conceiving and I now am thousands of dollars in debt because of my emergency surgery and he “didn’t want that kind of stress” on him. I found out he was literally cheating on me as I was having emergency surgery to save my life. He never was going to help me through anything or even probably stay with me to take care of our baby had I had it. I am still currently $20k in debt. I’ve been working nonstop but have yet to be able to get the money to pay it all off. I need all the help I can get. Anything will help. Love you all, thanks in advance 🖤
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