My husband and I found out we were pregnant on the eve of my 28th birthday. It seemed like the perfect birthday present and with each passing week, we felt that we were getting closer and closer to our dream of having a child. Every single appointment was perfect and I enjoyed a very healthy, trouble-free pregnancy.
When I was 33 weeks and 5 days, I went into premature labor. No one was worried about it and although I was scared of giving birth, I was not worried about the health of my child. I was monitored in the hospital and they noticed a slight dip in my son’s heartbeat after each contraction. It seemed like he was not tolerating the contractions very well, but still, the doctors were optimistic. A biophysical profile ultrasound was ordered and this was when I knew something was wrong. His heart was beating, but it did not look like he was moving very much and he was not taking breaths. Still, the doctors were optimistic that he was just “sleepy” and ordered an immediate c-section. My husband and I were so excited to finally meet our son.
I gave birth at 11:07pm and I didn’t get to see my son because the NICU team rushed him away. My husband stayed with him as the team worked tirelessly on him for an hour, but he finally succumbed to heart failure. It turned out that he had suffered a maternal fetal hemorrhage and was severely anemic. Nearly all of his blood had drained from his body and was in my own by crossing through the placenta. The doctors were baffled by what had occurred because it is so rare.
The pain I have felt since May 16th has been unbearable and I pray that we someday have our rainbow baby and our happy ending.