When I was in labor, I got to the point where I was 10cm and pushing. Everything up until that moment was perfect and happy. It went from a happy moment to by far the scariest moment of my life, in seconds. My uterus ruptured and we only knew that because of the extreme abdominal pain that I experienced and the fact my daughters heart rate was declining rapidly. They knew they needed to open me up because I was bleeding internally and my daughter was dying. When they rushed me to the OR and put me under, they pulled her out and she was not alive. No crying, no movement, no heart rate, no breathing. They grabbed supplies to get ready to intubate her and start CPR and all of a sudden she “woke up.” Her color came rushing back, she cried like a normal baby would cry, and she moved like a normal baby would move. They kept her in the nicu just because of everything that happened and she passed every test she was given and responded exactly how she was supposed to. The on call pediatrician that was in there with us was the one that witnessed Bellamies delivery, and with tears in his eyes, he looked at me and said “I don’t know what you believe in, but that little girl was saved, and she has someone watching over her.” She shouldn’t be alive today; but she is. Babies don’t just revive themselves. The doctors and the nurses charted her outcome a medical phenomenon, since there was no true reasoning how she was okay. The one thing I am certain of, is that she was meant to be here. And I think the world has big plans for her.❤️