He was very pleased with the news and we announced the great news to all our family, around the 29th september i started to bleed I remember beiing so worried and upset we went to the hospital it seemed the baby was fine but I was kept in for observation till my doctor could see me the next day.
When the doctor arrived I was put through some needed tests, all came back ok, the babys heart was beating and she seemed fine but the bleeding had not stopped, so I was sent home with orders to relax and not to do anything including housework ect.
For October and November I was bedded still bleeding, each day I would get up to go to the toilet and maybe sit for a while for a cup of tea with my friend who had given up her time to look after me, as my husband was away alot, bless her heart I am still thankful to her this day for all that she did for me.
Early December I went in for my routine check up all seem to be fine to me, but the doctor told me that they could not hear a heart beat anymore, He wanted me to be admitted to hospital and a procedure taken so that they could remove the baby,
I was devistated, only the night before I swore I had felt butterflie tickles in my stomach I thought it was the baby I could feel, and her first kicks, I told the doctor that I would not do as he requested and I was going home, He warned me of the dangers if i was to go ahead and do this and I told him I understood and left
1 week later I remember waking up in bed feeling very very ill, I couldnt talk, walk, My friend was very concerned and arranged for me to go to the hospital, I dont remember too much except waking up and the doctor and my friend were beside me, the doctor expalined that I had poisened my body and that he had no choice but to remove my baby, she was 19 weeks gestation and I was 22 weeks pregnant, my little baby had passed away three weeks earlier just like the doctor had said, but at the time I was praying he was wrong that he had made a mistake, she was considered at this time to be a feteus by the docotor but I asked to see her and was taken by wheel chair to a special room, she was very very tiny very discoloured it was not a pretty sight but to me she was also so very beautiful, I named her Crystal I picked her tiny little body up and kissed her head I apoligised to her for not being able to carry her and sat with her for quite some time before I was ready to say goodbye.
Beacuse she was not 22 weeks gestation she was considered by law a feteus therefore I could not obtain a birth or death certificate for her and I could not bury her either, the alternative was un thinkable so I donated her tiny body to science in a university in Western Australia where she remains this day and is helping students to understand and work out why it is that sometimes a young baby dies when there appears to be no reason.
Many are trying to change the laws in this country so that we can bury our little angels before they are 22 weeks gestation until then Crystal will remain where she is and when the new law is passed I can then bury her and have the proper goodbye that I have not yet been able to have.
