Pain in change cont

Everything was happening fast. I lost my virginity on my eighteenth birthday. My bd proposed to me. Then we moved out of my grandma house. Only to end up homeless. I had just found out I was six months pregnant. My bd was driving and I was asleep in he back seat. We ended up in a gulch. Which is how I found out I pregnant. I was having normal periods. I wasn't showing. I was in birth control. Now I am six months pregnant with a blood clot in my cord. About three weeks later. I was at work and I went into labor. Not a lot of water but I was noticeably bleeding. My boss refused to let me leave. She wanted me to stay and clean up after myself. I did take the time to mop. Then I quit my job and went to the hospital. Only to find out that it was false labor. However my blood clot was clearing up nicely on its own. Being Simonpregnant and jumping around from place to place. My bio mom offered to let us stay with her. She had moved to our town. She got into a low income housing for families. She was on her medications and she had my siblings with her. She was stable and doing good. I took the offer. We moved in with her. We got the room at the bottom. Which was fine with me. I hate climbing stairs anyway. I was put on bed rest. Since I have adhd. Staying in bed was totally and entirely impossible. My daily routine was cooking and cleaning. My mom decided to get married. I attended her wedding. Everything was running smoothly. I was past due and it was time to induce. I got my bags ready. My bd was at work. My mom was out with her new husband. I was home alone and cleaning up. Just trying to make sure evey thing was ready for baby. I double checked the crib. Everything was great but just when I sat down. My water broke. So I got up and gotten it cleaned up. I thought it was my pee again. So I didn't really bother about it. Especially now because I get contractions all the time. So it was no big deal. Then my mom came home. She took one look at me and told me to sit down. I told her to hold on because I needed to finish vacuuming then make my food. She brought home food. So I quickly finished cleaning and sat down. After I was about halfway through the food. I felt an extremely painful contraction. I toppled over in pain. I had a few like that. My mom was timing it. Once I finished my food. My contractions were coming at about every six minutes. I stood up and went to take a quick rinse. I could smell the blood on me. When I stood up it looked like a crime scene happened. So she helped me quickly rinse off. Then I slipped into a button down gown. I grabbed my bags and we headed to the hospital. Once I checked in the nurse came in to check on me. My water did in fact break but it was a semi slow leak. I was almost completely ready but not effaced. It took several methods of induction over a span of 36 hours 23 minutes for me to be in full blown labor. Finally the doctor came strolling in. My bd and entire family had already showed up. To help and support me and record everything. Millions of pictures were taken. I ripped so badly that the doctor was drenched in blood. I was fading and fast. Doctor was able to save me and baby was fine. I had several layers down there and I couldn't feel my legs anymore. Breathing was difficult and everyone looked like they were floating. The world was spinning and I was freezing too death. After everyone was cleared out. They replaced my blood, liquids and got me food. I had a pile of food. The nurse came in and helped me. I couldn't feel my legs. My legs were unusable for almost 3 full days. Ironically I felt all of it up until he was out. I won't go into details of the pregnancy or delivery but I can tell you a piece of me died that day. After I regained the ability to walk. I wanted to be with my baby. Who was currently connected to all kinds of tubes and under a special light. He was born with jaundice. He also needed to get some strong antibiotics because I didn't know what I had. As faithful as I was. I couldn't understand how I contracted an sti. Which is similar to std but curable. The doctor also treated me. Then he treated my bd. I never brought it up to him. Mainly because I was scared. His aggression was going in the wrong direction. He came down a lot but he had a long way to go. Knowing this and the fact that I really loved him. I didn't want to know the answer. One night he was holding our son while I rested. He ended up falling asleep with him in his arms. I heard my baby scream. When I jumped awake my baby was by his feet. I quickly grabbed my baby and told him from now on if you're tired so not pick him up. Once he was old enough my mother decided to transfer the housing voucher over to me. It was run by income so I did not complain at all. I was worried though. I just got my siblings back. I just had a baby. Now I'm losing my siblings and my help.