Mom to Cylas Emery
Born still July 2, 2012
Daytona Beach, Florida
In my first pregnancy, I was sick from day one until I gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Genevieve, and I thanked God for how great my second pregnancy was because I could’ve sworn that my second pregnancy, with my son, was the ideal pregnancy. I wasn’t that sick or anything like I was with our first child. So it wasn’t until I reached 32 weeks and really started to feel funny, really tired and my belly didn’t seem to be growing quite like it should’ve and with that I started to ask my doctor questions in which they always ensured me that Cylas was fine and everything seemed to be on track.
That was, until my 36 week 4 day scan, which showed extremely low amniotic fluid. He was measuring approximately 2 weeks smaller than he should’ve for his gestation, and his heart rate seemed ”too steady”, which, come to find out, is a sign of distress just like the heart rate decreasing. After the scan, they put me in a room to monitor Cylas’ heart for about 15 minutes, and then they sent me to the hospital to be monitored for a few hours to see if there would be any changes in his heart rate. They kept me for only 2 hours, and then sent me home with no change in his heart rate and told me to do kick counts. The paperwork about kick counts they gave me told me I should feel 10 kicks within 20 minutes to 2 hours, and there wasn’t a single day that he ever met those counts. I kept calling my doctor’s office, asking questions and telling them my concerns, and they just kept telling me something new every time and made me feel silly, like I was freaking out over nothing. It finally got to where they told me as long as I feel him move 10 times in a whole day that he was fine, because it’s impossible to just sit still with your hand on your belly to count every kick.
It wasn’t even 72 hours after they discharged me from the hospital that my son died inside of me. I stopped feeling him move about 24 hours before I finally went to the hospital, because I was trying to count his kicks so badly, but when I finally knew in my heart he was gone, I told my fiancé that we needed to go.
Once we arrived at the hospital, there was a swarm of nurses in my room trying to find his heartbeat. They looked for almost 20 minutes before they even called the doctor to come confirm that our little boy was gone. They wheeled me back to the far end of the hospital floor in one of their suites and brought in an ultrasound machine. The nurses took my blood and all that normal hospital stuff while we worried and waited on the doctor to arrive, hoping somehow that he was still alive or that he could be delivered and that maybe something I had read online about ”kangaroo care”, skin-to-skin contact, and how it supposedly brought another mother’s baby back to life, could be our worst case.
The doctor arrived after about 40 minutes of making us wait to know what the fate of our unborn son was. I held my breath the whole time my doctor preformed that final sonogram. He said, ”I’m so sorry for your loss, but sometimes things like this just happen, just like any person. Sometimes babies just have a heart attack just like any person and pass. But we can do an autopsy to find out the exact cause once we deliver.” I was immediately heartbroken and fell to pieces; what was left to keep me whole? My baby was gone, what else was there to be strong for? I had never imagined such a painful loss. I’ve lost my great grandmother, great grandfather, grandmother, grandfather and father and yet no loss has been as painful as the loss of my son, someone I never got to actually look into the eyes of…our creation that God stowed upon me. The doctor refused to do an emergency c-section and started me on Cervadil that night to induce my labor naturally. So,there went any chances I had for ”kangaroo care” bringing him back to us, but even I knew that was a shot in the dark.
The doctor arrived and broke my water at about 7:45 am and told me he was running to the office to try and see some patients. It turned out once he finally left the hospital, he had to turn right back around, because Cylas was coming and he was coming FAST! I had to hold my pushing for 10 minutes to wait on my doctor to arrive, but once he did, Cylas was out with only 2 pushes and his cause of death was obvious; his cord was around his neck almost 3 times completely. Cylas finally arrived in the world stillborn due to placental suffocation on July 2, 2012 @ 9:08am, 18.5 inches long and weighing 4 lbs 12 oz.
I’m writing this on the 60th day after our loss of him, and it’s not getting any easier for me at this point. We’re all heartbroken as individuals and as a family. Our 3-and-a-half-year old daughter, Genevieve, still asks about him, and although she knows he’s in Heaven with Jesus, she still wants him to come home. She still doesn’t understand that he won’t. It breaks my heart all over again as her mother, and I honestly don’t know how to truly console her, so we just cry together and we ALWAYS talk about him if she wants. I feel like I failed us all, even though I know it’s not my fault. We will never truly understand or truly overcome his loss, but I’m hoping, with the help of sites like these, that the complete strangers who have gone through what I have gone through will share their stories with me and I with them, and that together as the ”faces of loss” we can bring awareness. Because in some cases, more could’ve been done to save our children and awareness helps prevent outbreak. Please help us help educate the world about our losses because it won’t just go away if we don’t talk about it! Mothers need to be educated because the doctor isn’t always right. I put 100% faith in my OB/GYN and he failed my son, my family and me. And it’s that faith in him that I feel most guilty about and no mother should feel any guilt in my situation, but I do and it sucks. I’m searching for myself at this point, because I lost myself the day we lost our son and I so badly just want to be the mother and fiancé that I always was before. But the truth is I’ll never be the same again I just have to find the new me that I’m happy with again. All in due time. With faith, anything is possible. I am a mother, daughter, friend and lover and I am the face of stillbirth.
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