On Monday, April 10, at 37 and a half weeks pregnant, I went to my routine doctor's appointment. My pregnancy had been progressing normally up to this point. I heard her heartbeat. It was 163 and the doctor told me that everything looked great.
On Wednesday April 12, I spent the day following my normal routine. After picking up my two older children from preschool, we spent the afternoon at my mom's house. While I was there, I felt a good strong kick. Little did I know, that was the last time I would feel her move.
Later that night, after I had been in bed for an hour or so, I was not feeling any movement. This was not normal for her. Nighttime was when she was most active. I knew instantly something was wrong. After drinking cold water and orange juice and moving around, hoping to wake her up, still no movement.
I called the doctor and I was told to go to the hospital immediately. I woke up my husband Greg and when he saw the panic on my face we were on our way.
When we got to the ER, the nurse who brought us up to OB congratulated us on what she thought, and we hoped, would be the labor and birth of our daughter. We got to our room and the nurse started to look for a heartbeat.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about 5 minutes, she found nothing.
I screamed, "I want an ultrasound and a doctor here now. She needs to be delivered before it's too late!"
Her response was for me to calm down and that she was calling the doctor. After waiting for what seemed like another eternity, the doctor on call (not my doctor) came in to begin an ultrasound. After only looking for less than a minute, he told us "Your baby is dead."
I screamed, "You're wrong! I just heard her heartbeat two days ago. It was 163 and strong."
He responded with, "I'm sorry, ma'am but she is gone."
On Wednesday April 12, I spent the day following my normal routine. After picking up my two older children from preschool, we spent the afternoon at my mom's house. While I was there, I felt a good strong kick. Little did I know, that was the last time I would feel her move.
Later that night, after I had been in bed for an hour or so, I was not feeling any movement. This was not normal for her. Nighttime was when she was most active. I knew instantly something was wrong. After drinking cold water and orange juice and moving around, hoping to wake her up, still no movement.
I called the doctor and I was told to go to the hospital immediately. I woke up my husband Greg and when he saw the panic on my face we were on our way.
When we got to the ER, the nurse who brought us up to OB congratulated us on what she thought, and we hoped, would be the labor and birth of our daughter. We got to our room and the nurse started to look for a heartbeat.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about 5 minutes, she found nothing.
I screamed, "I want an ultrasound and a doctor here now. She needs to be delivered before it's too late!"
Her response was for me to calm down and that she was calling the doctor. After waiting for what seemed like another eternity, the doctor on call (not my doctor) came in to begin an ultrasound. After only looking for less than a minute, he told us "Your baby is dead."
I screamed, "You're wrong! I just heard her heartbeat two days ago. It was 163 and strong."
He responded with, "I'm sorry, ma'am but she is gone."
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