My boyfriend and I have been together for almost four years now. It was such a beautiful moment on January 3, 2016 when I took that test and got to see those two lines for the first time in my life.
We were so scared at first, but as the pregnancy went on we just got more and more excited. We couldn't wait! We changed our whole life around for this small human. And we couldn't have been happier to have had to do so!
We moved, and grew into actual adults. Being the main things.
I have never wanted anything more in my life, than to be a mother. I have waited for this day since I could remember. And now its happening!
There were no problems the whole time. I always went to the hospital if I just had a small cramp. Because, that way, nothing would take our baby away from us! I was wrong...
July 17 was the last time I went to the hospital with a healthy baby. The next day, my sister and I were in a car accident. We were in a cavalier, they were in a big f250. He hit us on my side. I stayed awake the whole wreck because I was so worried to get knocked out.
Every time I started fading, I just opened my eyes wider thinking "I have to stay awake hes the only thing we ever wanted. I can't go to sleep or we both will die."
I remember a lady and a young girl coming up to us. The lady was talking to me about Stetson. (Our sons name was Stetson Clark Kent) She was trying to keep me from going into shock by asking me questions.
I answered a few, but then I couldn't say anything but "God, please don't take our baby!" While crying.
I'll never forget the blood, the smell of the air bags, the rush of liquid I felt upon impact. It knocked the breathe out of me and I couldn't scream. But believe me, I let out the worst loudest cry as soon as we stopped because as soon as the two vehicles quit sliding, it was real to me.
It REALLY just happened.
After all those hospital trips, just to hear his heartbeat so we could get some sleep. He was taken by someone who had nothing to do with us. It wasn't our fault in the least. And that's probably what hurts the most...
That day changed my life forever.. I lost Stetson at the hospital later.
At 32 weeks pregnant, he was taken from us.. He was taken away as quick as he was given. He would be almost four months old now if he had lived through the wreck.
But, do you know what? My son was so loved. I have never been given more love in my whole life. So many people prayed for him to make it. Prayed for him to be okay. God had other plans, but they tried.
He brought my whole family together in the most horrible way. All because my son was a superman who never got to take a breathe.
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By kjb (not verified) on 16 Oct 2016 - 08:25
such a sad story, thank you for sharing it, so sorry about your son and your very traumatic time x