At 33 weeks, on a Friday, I started experiencing pain. That night I called 811 and was advised to go to the hospital. I was contracting but not progressing in labour; a few hours later I was sent home. The next day, I was still in pain. I started to track contractions, which were 8 to 10 minutes apart. I went back to the hospital that night. I was kept for a few hours, sent for an ultrasound, and told to go home and rest.
The pain did not stop. On Monday night, I went back to the hospital again. This time I was instructed by the nurse to go home and take Tylenol. By Tuesday night I was vomiting, in so much pain. I went back to the hospital and contractions were 2 minutes apart at this time, so it was time to deliver.
The pain during labour was hard, but I surprised myself by the strength I was showing over the four days. I knew something was wrong, but doctors continued to advise I was okay and so was my baby. I was exhausted going back and forth. When they were going to do the delivery, I was relieved, until afterwards when things went so horribly wrong.
Suddenly my baby’s heart rate dropped. They had to do an emergency c-section. I was put to sleep as things were happening quickly. I had experienced placental abruption, where the placenta detaches from the uterus prior to the baby being born. My baby boy was born not breathing, but they were able to revive him after 13 minutes. I was thinking, “I have a fighter.”
I had the perfect pregnancy up until that point. I was so sad and confused that my boy was going through all of this. I was angry that I kept being sent home, and as a result, my boy was suffering. We were transferred to a different hospital to the NICU, where my baby passed away six days later. The loss of my baby is the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life.
Waiting on Sunrise 