Andrea's Story

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On a cold November day, my life changed forever. On this snowy fall day heaven got a new angel and a part of me went with her.

I awoke at two-thirty in the morning on November seventh, nineteen ninety-one. My swollen stomach was hard with a contraction. I was in labor. It was too early. I was only thirty- two week's pregnant. I raced to the phone and called the hospital. The nurse told me to come there immediately. A surge of panic tried to take me over. I reminded myself that most babies at this point in a pregnancy survive. I calmed down and prepared to go to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, they took me to an exam room. The nurses started preparing me for my examination. They put the cold conductive gel on my round abdomen.

They hooked me up to a machine to monitor my contractions and the baby's heartbeat. The machine started reading my contractions. I waited for the wonderful sound of my baby's heartbeat. The nurse moved the monitor from one side of my stomach to the other. There was still no sound. Again panic started to rise within me. I asked the nurse what was wrong. She assured me that finding the heartbeat when the baby was so small was sometimes hard. She called for another nurse to try to find it. Then she called another. There was still no heartbeat. Now, the panic was about to take over. The nurse called for an ultrasound. The technician came in and hooked me up to another machine. Instantly my

baby's image was on the screen. I saw no movement. I didn't see the little movement on the chest I knew was the heartbeat. At this point hysteria began to set in. I ask the nurses if my baby was dead. Silence was my only answer. The nurse then called for a doctor. The doctor came in and looked at the screen. She then turned to me and told me that my baby had passed on. My mind screamed in pain. Now hysteria took over. I sobbed uncontrollably, salty tears streamed down my face. I felt as if the world was crashing in on me.

The nurses took me to the labor and delivery floor. They were going to help my labor progress. It was now time to start my most difficult and painful journey. When we reached the birthing room, a nurse wheeled out the bassinet. A bolt of pain ran through me. I knew my child would never fill it. They put me in the bed on my side. They again hooked me up to many machines. They bombarded me with questions. They asked if I wanted to bury or cremate my child. They asked me if I wanted an autopsy. They asked me question after question. I answered each question to the best of my ability. I wondered how they could expect me to think with this combination of pain and numbness taking over my mind and body. I labored for the next ten hours knowing I would not have a child to take home. Shock and pain ravaged my body. At last, my body brought forth my first daughter. The nurse took and cleaned her. She then brought her to me and laid her in my arms. All my senses came to life. I took in every sight, smell, sound and touch. I knew that this one moment would have to last me a lifetime. I caressed her soft white skin. I touched her silky auburn hair. I studied her face and etched it into my memory forever. I held her close and inhaled her fragrance. I listened to the silence that comes with death. I named my daughter Andrea. I held her, kissed her and sang to her. I did all the things a mother does with her newborn. She was perfect. She was whole. She was my child. After awhile, I handed her to the nurse. Knowing I had held my child for the last time. How painful it is when hello means goodbye.

They moved me to my own room the next day. Family and friends began their visits. They tried to be comforting, but they caused me great pain. Cruel comments assaulted me. They would tell me that I am still young and can have another baby. How do you replace a child? How do you replace any person? She was a person. They would tell me that it was good, I didn't get to know her. I carried and nurtured this person inside my own body. How can a relationship be more intimate than that? I knew they only wanted to make things better somehow.

To me it seemed that they didn't acknowledge the depth of my pain. I didn't lose something replaceable. I didn't lose something foreign to me. She had a face. She had a name. She was mine.

The loss of a child before birth is as painful as the loss of a child after birth. I am a mother of three children. I have two on earth and one in heaven. I love them all equally. I am also sure I would grieve for them equally. I may have only held my daughter once in my arms, but I hold her in my heart forever.

Andra Ranay died from a placental failure.

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