Troy Joseph Weber was born still on June 24, 1999 at 6:09 a.m. He weighed 7lbs 10.4 oz. He was pronouced dead at 6:39 a.m.
It was a shock to both my husband Joseph and myself. When we got married not two weeks later I was already pregnant! We were a young couple at 24 (hubby) 23 (me)! I was so excited it was our first baby, and I wanted a boy, and all the while I was pregnant I knew he would be!
My husband Joseph, was excited but he was not yet ready to be a father. But like most men he was happy he would have a boy to play sports with, or to antagonize Mommy! :)
I had a normal pregnancy, all my ultrasounds were normal! My little Angel was always moving around, I mean, I even had to change my sleeping times just so I could sleep! I was so excited getting the nursery together! My Grandmother from New York bought all the furniture for the nusery! I had everything you would need for the nursery, like all expectant mothers. Even though I had everything, I always felt like something was missing, like something wasnt right. I took it to mean that I wasnt complete with the babys nursery. I was cross stiching a blanket for Troy and I was almost due, and It wasnt done!
My husband didnt want to put the nursery together he said it was too early! And both my grandmothers said it was bad luck to put a nuresry together before the baby came! I always thought why put it together afterwards you'll be too tired!
My husband was in the Marine Corps at the time, so we went to the Naval Hospital! I loved my Doctor she was great she always remembered us without even looking at my medical folders. I had an appointment on a friday and everthing was okay! I was dialated to 3 that day. My Doctor was going on vacation and she told me I could go any time or it could be two weeks. She would be gone until wenesday.
Well I actually was in labor but I didnt know it! I had a lot of back pain but I thought it was normal! I went in to the hospital on Wenesday morning at about 9a.m. I remember that my hubby called in to work to tell them I might be in labor. He asked me if I wanted anything to eat, and I said no I could eat later! I thought, I wouldnt get admitted they would probably send me home. Well I was wrong! I was dialated to 4 now! They gave me a room and I got to lay down and watch TV for awhile! My hubby called his work and told them I was in labor and he called my family and his family!
I got started on the IV's but it took 3 nurses and 1 intern to get it started, I'm a hard stick! I started crying cause I hated needles! So when the pain of contractions started I was a mess I couldnt get an epidural because I couldnt stop moving I was shaking so bad and crying all becasue of the needles! Funny thing is now I can take needles no problem!
I dont really remeber much of the labor, I just remeber that one minute it was eight o'clock pm and the next thing it was around five o'clock am. Since I couldn't get the eppi the gave me some local drugs, which shot my up thru my veins like ice cold water! After that I didnt feel much of the labor pains! The only time I felt real bad was because I felt like I needed to go potty but I had a cathiter in and I was already going! It was the strangest feeling! By this time my Grandmother Carmen had come to see me in the hospital with her friend Nahir! Ive known her since I was a baby and she was like a second Mom. I remember I yelled at her because she wouldnt let me get out of the bed to go to the bathroom! I felt bad afterwards that I did, but she understands that I was in labor!
My husband was very supported of me! He helped me so much, with all my labor pains! He says I was kinda dazed and confused by the drugs! I could tell he was just waiting for the baby to come!
Several times the nurses had to move the baby monitor becasue I kept moving and the baby kept moving! They wanted to put a fetal scope monitor on the baby's head but i declined, I didnt want them to poke the babys head! My water hadnt broken or rather busted so the doctor did it, she wasnt my doctor, My doctor had just come back from vacation that day and was on call to come when I was about to deliver! Well this other lady doctor bursted my bag and when some of the water came out, she found out that the bad was filled with mechonium. She explained that the baby must have been stressed and pooped in side the sac. That only happens when babies are over due or becasue there stressed!
So this lady doc put a tube in me to run saline to wash the mechonium out. She then told me she wanted to put that fetal scope monitor on and I declined again! She was kind mean about it telling me that if the babys heart beat went down she would HAVE to do it!
After that things get hazy! I remember My Doctor finally came and I started pushing! My hubby was right besides me. I asked my Grandmother and Nahir to wait in the waiting room, I just wanted to be alone with my hubby! I remember pushing and I didnt have a contraction I just wanted the baby to come out sooner I guess! My Doc had to finally use the vaccum suction thingee that I didnt want to use she said it help with the labor, she also used the fetal scope monitor because as I was pushing the babys heart beat went down for a second.
I finally gave my last push and I recall feeling the baby come out and the rest of the water gushing out. I was so happy and releived after nine months of carring my baby I would finally get to meet him. My husband would finally get to see the son he would tell to stop kicking his mommy! In a flash you think of all the good things to come with this new born child you have just bought into this world out of love!
I looked at my son coming out of me, and all of a sudden I felt fear! I knew something was wrong! He didnt cry, and he was being rushed to the table right away! I looked over to my husband and I told him repeatdly "Something's wrong!" He would just look at me and tell me everything would be ok! But i could see the fear growing in his eyes.
My Beautiful son was born at 6:09 a.m, and the doctors and nurses filled the room to help save his life! For half an hour the gave him CPR, while my doctor sewed my up! She finally had to stop to be with me, and asked another docotr to finish! She stood beside me to tell me they would try everything but they didnt know what was wrong!
My husband left my side to see our son being worked on, on the table. At 6:39a.m. the doctors stopped and prounced him dead! I was crying, I couldnt beleive this was happening to me, to us! My husband just stood there and watched as the doctors had stopped working on the baby, and walked to the bathroom. He hit his head as hard as he could against it. He later told me he felt helpless, all he could do was watch! He couldnt help his son in anyway! I felt the same way!
My Doctor, cried with us and talked to my hubby as soon as she saw him hit is head. I remember someone told my grandmother to come in, i dont remeber if she was in the room at the time that they worked on the baby. When I remember seeing her, she was upset and wanted to know what was happening. She blamed my doctor because she said I was in labor too long and I was in pain! I actually dont remember the pain much!
My husband left the room to make the phone calls. I think that was the hardest part for him! I am kind of glad I didnt have to do it! Our families already knew and were waiting for the news about the baby. They no where near expected the call my husband made that morning!
Everything happened so fast! Some one called a Lt. who dealt with grief counseling and she came into the room to talk to me! My hubby called one of his buddies who used to work as the Chaplains Assistant, and they both came to visit us. By that timethey had cleaned our baby up pretty good and asked me if i wanted to dress him and hold him. I do recall changing him but i had help my Grandmother helped me as well as Nahir. Well all were crying, I wished I could have dressed Troy my self but I wasnt strong enough! The Lt. took a picture of us dreesing him! After he was dressed the she took him away to take some more pictures. I didnt want her to at the time, but she said someday I would want to see them. And she was right!
She brought him back for us to hold him again. I can recall looking at my son thru the tears that continually fell down my face. I remember thinking he was gonna wake up! If I touched him and held him he would wake up and everything would be okay, and we would all be fine! I looked and looked for signs of him moving but none came, which eventually made me cry even more! I at one point couldnt hold him anymore so I gave him to my grandmother to hold. She became so attached to him she wouldnt put him down! I had to ask a nurse to bring a baby bed so we could put him down! Even then she would stand by the baby hospital crib and just stare at him.
My husband didnt want to hold the baby. He said he had to much to do! The Lt. had told my hubby he could see Troy anytime he wanted to even after the Nurses take him away! My father finally came and we had to cover Troy up becasue my dad didnt want to see him! I beleive the Nurses came and took him away to get his handprints and footprints that they put in the Birth Certificate and a baby book the hospital gives you! My Dad didnt know what to say, he would just look at me and say not to be sad I would have other babies. I knew that was true but at the time you dont want to hear that! You dont want to have other babies you want the baby that was taken from you!
I received alot fo phone calls during that morning all from my family. My mother and mother-in-law, everyone my hubby had called to tell about what happened! I was kinda in a daze at the time. When I received a new phone call i had to explain everything all over again, and then I would start to cry again!
The nurses finally came and took Troy away to the hospital morgue. I was being sent to another room. Usually most moms would go to the same floor so the can recover and nurse there babies. I was sent to the general surgery floor, so I would have to hear babies cry. happy Mothers and Fathers ooing and ahhing over there newborns. The put a sign over my door a sign of mourning so all the doctors and nurses that walked by would know my sorrow. It was a purple marble background with a black rose and tear on the rose. Here I spent the rest of that dreadful day, reliving my sons birth and death. I had some visitors my dad stayed with me till I fell asleep, I was so exhuasted. My Granmother had gone home with Nahir. My hubby went home to sleep and put all the baby stuff that was around the house in the nursery! I got to cry all by myslef for about a day! Wishing this was all a dream I would wake up and i would be cradling my baby boy and he would actually move when I touched him!
From the Disney Soundtrack Tarzan
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