During the pregnancy, our baby was very active. Around 38 weeks, I realized he wasn’t moving much. I did become concerned, but we knew it was normal for babies to move less near the end of pregnancy. The next morning I woke to what I thought was my water breaking, but it was blood.
We called the hospital. Upon arrival, the doctors used several stethoscopes to detect a heartbeat with no success. It was 1989, and they didn’t routinely ultrasound patients on the labour and delivery unit. They informed us that our precious son had passed away.
After 8 hours of intense labour, our Jonathan came into this world. They wrapped him in a blanket and gave him to us to hold. Because of the morphine, many details are clouded for me. We took pictures of him and spent time holding and cuddling him.
Waiting on Sunrise 