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we were getting ready for bed that night, the unbearable pain returned. I doubled over and your father heard me moan.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I saw the worried look on his face, and I wanted to calm him down so I told him it was nothing. However, the pain returned again and with blood that time. Your father quickly sprang into action. He called his parents to come and get you before he helped me into the car and drove me to the hospital. By the time we arrived, I felt a lot better and they brought me to the delivery floor. They decided to monitor me since I did have some bleeding. They took my vitals and then told me that something was wrong. My blood pressure was too high, which posed a danger for both the baby and me. Next, they put a baby monitor on me, but they couldn’t hear a heartbeat. My own heart missed a beat when I heard that. I prayed over and over again that God would not let my baby die and before I knew it. I was being prepped for surgery. I was told that I had to have an emergency C-section, but that your father would have to stay in the waiting room. I could see the sadness on his face when he leaned down to kissed me goodbye.
“It’ll be all right,” I assured. “They’ll take good care of our baby and me.”
Then everything started to move quickly as an IV was inserted in my arm. I was rolled into the operating room and was lying on the table. I could feel my belly being scrubbed to prepare me for the surgery. At the same time, they were still trying to hear the baby’s heart, but with no success.
“Oh God,” I prayed. “Please let my baby be all right.”
An oxygen mask was placed over my face. I tried to push it off, but the medical staff was stronger. All I remember after that was falling into pitch darkness. I thought I was dying, and I remember apologizing to the baby for leaving him. Yes you guessed it; you would have had a brother. I guess I was knocked out, because what I remembered next was a woman slapping my face to wake me up. Everything was a blur at first. I saw this red bag of blood hanging over my head, and felt a pair of prongs in my nose. When I finally awoke, I yelled to anyone who would listen that I wanted to see my baby. The nurse told me to calm down, but would not tell me what happened. Eventually, another nurse entered the room with something wrapped up in a blue blanket. This baby was so small, Lisa. I probably could have held him in one hand and still have some room left over. The nurse gently uncovered him and opened his legs to let me see that my baby was a boy. Tears streamed down my face, Lisa. All I could think of was whether God was punishing me?
While she read the pages, Lisa’s mind became muddled with so many questions. For the rest of the day, she was full of confusion. I had a baby brother… but he died? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Oh sure, I was too young at the time but what about later in life? Did my parents think I wouldn’t understand that it wasn’t their fault?
Lisa recalled the many trips to the museum over the years, and how much she really enjoyed that place. She wondered if the fact that her mother could watch the baby growing inside of her caused her to love it so much. Then she remembered the summer before her freshman year in high school. Her mom had begged her to go to the museum with a promise that she wouldn’t make her go once she entered the high school doors. Lisa had always enjoyed Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle and taking rides in the coal mine, but there was something else. She recalled one time when her mother made a special trip to see the fetuses on the third floor in the glass jars. She only walked up to one that was twenty-four weeks old.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Lisa had asked.
Her mom just stared at it holding a Kleenex to her eyes. She made a little muffled cry before she blew her
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I saw the worried look on his face, and I wanted to calm him down so I told him it was nothing. However, the pain returned again and with blood that time. Your father quickly sprang into action. He called his parents to come and get you before he helped me into the car and drove me to the hospital. By the time we arrived, I felt a lot better and they brought me to the delivery floor. They decided to monitor me since I did have some bleeding. They took my vitals and then told me that something was wrong. My blood pressure was too high, which posed a danger for both the baby and me. Next, they put a baby monitor on me, but they couldn’t hear a heartbeat. My own heart missed a beat when I heard that. I prayed over and over again that God would not let my baby die and before I knew it. I was being prepped for surgery. I was told that I had to have an emergency C-section, but that your father would have to stay in the waiting room. I could see the sadness on his face when he leaned down to kissed me goodbye.
“It’ll be all right,” I assured. “They’ll take good care of our baby and me.”
Then everything started to move quickly as an IV was inserted in my arm. I was rolled into the operating room and was lying on the table. I could feel my belly being scrubbed to prepare me for the surgery. At the same time, they were still trying to hear the baby’s heart, but with no success.
“Oh God,” I prayed. “Please let my baby be all right.”
An oxygen mask was placed over my face. I tried to push it off, but the medical staff was stronger. All I remember after that was falling into pitch darkness. I thought I was dying, and I remember apologizing to the baby for leaving him. Yes you guessed it; you would have had a brother. I guess I was knocked out, because what I remembered next was a woman slapping my face to wake me up. Everything was a blur at first. I saw this red bag of blood hanging over my head, and felt a pair of prongs in my nose. When I finally awoke, I yelled to anyone who would listen that I wanted to see my baby. The nurse told me to calm down, but would not tell me what happened. Eventually, another nurse entered the room with something wrapped up in a blue blanket. This baby was so small, Lisa. I probably could have held him in one hand and still have some room left over. The nurse gently uncovered him and opened his legs to let me see that my baby was a boy. Tears streamed down my face, Lisa. All I could think of was whether God was punishing me?
While she read the pages, Lisa’s mind became muddled with so many questions. For the rest of the day, she was full of confusion. I had a baby brother… but he died? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Oh sure, I was too young at the time but what about later in life? Did my parents think I wouldn’t understand that it wasn’t their fault?
Lisa recalled the many trips to the museum over the years, and how much she really enjoyed that place. She wondered if the fact that her mother could watch the baby growing inside of her caused her to love it so much. Then she remembered the summer before her freshman year in high school. Her mom had begged her to go to the museum with a promise that she wouldn’t make her go once she entered the high school doors. Lisa had always enjoyed Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle and taking rides in the coal mine, but there was something else. She recalled one time when her mother made a special trip to see the fetuses on the third floor in the glass jars. She only walked up to one that was twenty-four weeks old.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Lisa had asked.
Her mom just stared at it holding a Kleenex to her eyes. She made a little muffled cry before she blew her
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