The Nightmare Begins
The Nightmare BeginsWe arrived at the hospital around 1am February 8, 2005. We parked in front of the emergency room and Dave wheeled me up to labor and delivery. He had to run and move the car to the parking lot. So while he was gone the nurse helped me into my Johnnie and asked about my contractions. They were only a couple minutes apart now and strong. I went to the bathroom and got into the bed, I was ready to see my baby. The nurse hooked up the monitors but had trouble finding Sammie's heart beat. I laughed and said, he is a sneaky guy, he is always moving and hiding. I was not worried a bit. I had just felt him moving a little while ago so I knew he was fine. The nurse asked for an ultrasound machine to be brought in so she could find the little sneak. There were lots of people in the room now, just not Dave. They said they could see Sammie, his heart beat was weak they told me. They said he was sucking his thumb. Then they started yelling to find the doctor and find my husband. Something was wrong but I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening. I thought they just need to get him out he will be all right. When they had Dave and the doctor in the room they told us that our baby did not have a fetal heart beat. Our son was dead. Dave and I instantly started to scream and cry, this could not be true, they were wrong. I wanted to go home right then. I tried getting up from my bed and begged Dave to take me home. They were wrong. If my son had died I would have felt it. I would have known. They would not let me go home. I had to deliver my son.