Posted on 03/24/2005 9:05:49 PM PST by TheWriterTX
In November of 2001, back before my new computer and lost password, I was simply "The Writer." I posted a vanity prayer request for my second child, my daughter Sky, who was born during an emergency c-section at just 32 weeks. Prayers came in from all over Free Republic, and my family was humbled by the support.
During the entire 40 minute ambulance ride to the hospital, we were not able to detect her heartbeat. Still, I pleaded with God to sustain her.
I experienced a 30% abruption and floated in and out of consciousness on the delivery table, my heart rate dipping dangerously. In my moments of consciousness, I prayed for God to sustain her.
We had no way of knowing if our beloved daughter would survive, if she would be disabled, if she would be technology-dependent. It didn't matter. I knew her little soul was still in there, fighting daily. I knew it as surely as I knew my name. I knew it, because every fiber in my being shouted it to me.
The first time I saw my daughter, she had a huge breathing apparatus over her face, needles and tubes sticking out of every limb, and was being fed through a tube in her stomach. I spent many hours at her side, conveying my love through song, words, touch, and, finally, miraculously, by feeding her. Just 12 days later, our darling child was home with us. She is now a bright, beautiful 3 year old, with gorgeous honey brown eyes, a chatty, friendly nature, who executed a forward roll and handstand at gymnastics on Tuesday.
Last summer, I discovered I was pregnant again. I knew within days that I was carrying a baby, that a little soul was nestled inside me. I knew it with every fiber of my being. I had to wait before it even showed on the pregnancy tests.
I also knew, 8 weeks later, when that little soul departed. I woke that morning with the knowledge that my child was no longer with me. I knew before the bleeding began two days later. I knew before the sonogram at the emergency room confirmed it.
Some folks like to dismiss a mother's instinct as tomfoolery, but I never have. Something within Terri is resonating a response within her mother. In my opinion, this is not "wishful thinking" on her mother's part, but some instinctual sense that Terri's soul is still in there, fighting daily.
I know if it was my daughter in there, and I felt that her soul was still present, I would move mountains to save her, too.
I know from whence I speak. My nephew, Eric, had a seriously underdeveloped cerebellum and lived for only 6 months; yet his life changed everyone who knew him and he most definitely fought daily to live.
I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your son. I know you will be reunited in the life to come, with God's love surrounding you.
I had a miscarriage last Feb. 2004. I knew when I was pregnant and I knew when my baby passed on. My baby passed at eight weeks also.
God bless you and your little girl!
Thank you for your sharing and it was well timed. Many freepers need to hear what you have to say. As confirmation and as a reminder.
"Vanities don't seem to be rare around here anymore..."
Snot-assed comments about vanities definitely have their place... Here, wasn't it!
My prayers are with you. How heartbreaking.
Just posted what I heard on the radio.
I surmise a decision has been reached by the judge.
Will post as soon as I get the news.
What you said here has started me crying because I know this is the truth.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Thanks so much for posting this. Here is a story for you (and other interested parties) to read:
Recovered “Vegetative State” Patient Kate Adamson Speaks Before Schiavo Rally
Thank you for posting this.
This is a side that has not been heard about enough- a mother's intuition. For those of us who don't have children, it is something we need to be reminded of.
I'm so sorry to hear about your son.
I take great comfort in the knowledge that my little one is waiting for me, and that while I did not have the honor of mothering him or her in this world, we will be joined in the next.
That little "swishy-swishy"heartbeat is the BEST sound in the world.
I'm 22 weeks pregnant now, and I live for it. Along with my five year old daughter saying, "wake up mommy, God's brought another day."
Too cute. When my daughter was around 3, she'd say, "Sun's awake. Time to play!"
God bless you and your family! My prayers for a safe and healthy delivery, a quick recovery, and a baby that doesn't have his/her days and nights mixed up for the first 6 months :)
I'm a much better person because of my children. All of them.
Light 12 candles, keep them lit.
Light them today: March 24th.
At sunset each day, pour a single cup of water onto the ground to symbolize the water that Terri cannot have, and
snuff out a single candle, another day of Terri's life. -Hyscience.typepad.com
Wow, what did you two do so differently??? My son comes in and says "Daddy, get your lazy a*s outta bed, it's noon..."
And he's only a year and a half.. :^)
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