Sharing our experience of losing our daughter has been incredibly difficult, as it feels like reliving the nightmare. Despite the difficulty, we believe it's essential to share our story to help others dealing with the loss of their baby.

 

I found out one month before my 40th birthday that I was expecting my first baby and what a miracle that was! I had previously had a conversation with God, telling him that I knew He hadn't blessed me with a child, and I was okay with that. I had accepted it, feeling a bit sad about it, but understanding that it was something that might not happen (especially since I was about to turn 40). I told God that I was okay with being a dog mom. 

 

Then on July 5, 2022, for obvious reasons I decided to take a pregnancy test my body was going through some changes and I was trying to figure out what was going on. I just thought because I had recently lost 50 lbs and I was embarking on a weight loss journey that my body was changing. Something inside of me that day told me to take a pregnancy test and kind of brushed it off a few times. I finally gave in and bought one (my thought it was going to be negative anyway), but came home and sure enough it was positive even before I could set it down. Shock hit my body and I couldn’t believe it! I had my first appointment on June 30th to confirm and everything looked good. From the moment I knew I was pregnant, I just knew it would be a girl and that her name would be Isabella. I always loved that name and I always loved the meaning of that name.

 

I had a healthy pregnancy and it was a good pregnancy except for the occasional morning sickness and knowing what to eat and not to eat. 

January 19, 2023: was my last appointment; Isabella looked good and was healthy. They had done weekly ultrasounds just to keep an eye on her because of my age. My favorite part of being pregnant was going to see her and hearing her heartbeat. 

 

January 20, 2023: I woke up to go to the bathroom at 12:15 am and on my way to the bathroom, my water broke.

 I called the midwife and told her and she asked about my contractions or if I was having any? I had told her some, but not strong she told me to time them out and if they got stronger or happened more frequently come into the hospital. If not, then wait until 7 am to come in. After that there was no sleeping, I paced back and forth and finally, at 7 am, we made our way to the hospital. Over the next 48 hours so much happened. My daughter should still be here. I had a long labor and honestly, the birthing process is still hard for me to talk about. My daughter suffered from a brain injury and ended up passing away from a subgaleal hemorrhage. This injury was caused by a tool that they made us believe was a simple procedure and no big deal. How the Midwife had worded it was that the Dr has done this many times and it was fine. ......

 

 

 

(little by little my story will be complete to be continued. )