Chris Carey's Love Story

My name is Chris. I'm divorced and have a 9yr old living son and my sunshine would be turning 7 this September. In 2000 I got pregnant with my second child. We had high hopes of another son but as luck would have it, I was going to have the 1st girl in my husbands family in 35 years.

The pregnancy was good with the exception that developed toxemia toward
the end.  I was pretty sick and the baby was doing fine so my doctor decided that it was time to deliver. Five weeks prior to my due date I was waiting to become a mommy again.

I had been given a complete exam and everything seemed to be in order. By the time we crossed the parking lot and got over to the hospital and got to L&D I had already called the family to get up to the hospital. Everyone was so ready for the baby girl to get here. In L&D they were pretty backed up. I was being seen at a very small hospital and with only 5 labor rooms and 6 ladies.

I had to wait for a monitor. Everything seemed to be going as planned, I was getting prepared for some test to be done when I got a monitor brought it. After 45 minutes of searching, the
doctor was called over to check me again. He called for the ultrasound machine. I kept telling him that I am still ok till he says I need a c-section.

The odd feeling around me let me know something was not right, but I was more concerned it was because I was early, she was not positioned right or my health was at risk. I had never imagined it was the big blow I was about to get. My OB had seen me through both pregnancy's and I trusted him with my life. He sat with me and said "she is gone. I don't know what happened but I cannot find a heartbeat."

Just one hour before that I was sitting in his office and he was teasing me because I was hungry and he was going to call and make sure I had made it to L&D and had not gone to
Sonic to get some food before I went to the hospital. Something had happened no one would have noticed until after delivery. During my visit to the doctor, I was told to lay down on my left side to see if my blood pressure would drop any. It had dropped some but not much.

That day and then the next morning were horrible. I had to call everyone that I had already called to tell them the baby was coming, to tell them we had lost her. My family had driven up to be there for the delivery, being an hour away, they were driving into the hospital by the time we had called them with the bad news.

We had to make plans that evening best we could, take calls from family and explain to everyone we had no idea what had happened. Delivery time came and my husband couldn't watch our tiny little girl being born without life. At the last minute he changed his mind. He watched as she came feet first, then her little body. As she was born, the reason appeared, the cord. She had been wrapped in the cord for some time and I never knew it. I didn't think much of the fact she had always stayed on my right side, she didn't move much no matter what I had
done. The conclusion came that when I laid down on my side in the office, it caused her cord to be compressed. I was not the best pregnant girl, I never did that during the pregnancy. I was not comfortable being on my side. My little Elizabeth was born Sept 6th, 2000. She was a big girl at 4lbs. We had not expected her to be that big, being so early. She is dearly missed and we think of her often.

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