I don’t usual write or talk much about this cause I want to remember my son birth/death in a positive light.
This was my first pregnancy and all my blood work and test came out great, I was have my best pregnancy life. I hard had to leave home cause of the pandemic and I was so happy and excited to bring my child in to this world. So on the day, Sunday after his original due I started to get contractions but they weren’t as in sync as they should be but my mother still told me to get ready to go to the hospital, I went up there and the nurse said I’m only dilated 1cm, a little disappointed but I was okay with that cause in my mind he would come eventually, the next morning, Monday and Tuesday the doctor came and check me and I was still 1cm, these contractions were so uncomfortable. Tuesday came and then they suggested that I get the catheter put in the next day and I was like whatever it take to see my son. With the catheter in the contractions got worse like I could sit still, I would lay in the hospital and I wasn’t able to lay down properly, a nurse came and gave me panadols that really didn’t do anything but I was as still glad to take them. The nurse still told me that my contractions weren’t close enough. That same night of 25 August 2021, I realized that so orange liquid had come out and I didn’t really understand it as this was my first child, I went to the bathroom and I asked a girl to call the nurse for me and she reassured me that nothing was wrong, it’s normal that just blood, it was all over my sheets and they weren’t even changed but from the pain and i was rooting bout I could go to sleep and nurses passing and asking me why I ain’t going sleep and I’m just like y’all could see that I’m in pain why won’t you just leave me. I eventually got to sleep and I can clearly remember foreday morning the same night nurse came and check my vitals as they usually do and well as check on the my son and I assume that everything was okay. I trusted this lady because she is a nurse and I’m a first time mother. Later that day around 8am the doctors came to see and asked me how was I doing, checked my vitals again and his heartbeat and they looked concerned, I got a little worried, they close off the blinds and I also showed them the sheets and they were like that was the amniotic fluid. So by this time I am in full on panic mode and I don’t have family around me, first actually staying at the hospital. Like I was just panicking, the doctors left and called a morning shift nurse and I guess they didn’t tell her it was urgent. I got up start to pack up my things and get ready to go over to the labor ward but she tell me I can’t do that they first have to give me the stool softeners, I was so irritated but I complied and then she was checking for my son’s vitals and that was she was like I ain’t getting no movement and I was in pure shock. She asked me the last time I felt him move and I said last night before I went to bed and a little this morning she was moving him and around several time and she didn’t hear anything so we went over to labor and delivery and that was when my sister finally came and the senior doctor told me in fact there was no heartbeat. All I could do was cry and I remember praying so hard to God that he made a mistake and he would perform a miracle and that don’t happen all I was left with was a part of my heart missing. Shortly after that I delivered him and I stayed there with him for hours. They also wanted me to go back to the room with the mothers who had their healthy babies and my sister was not for that. Thank God cause that would’ve been a mess and I don’t even understand why that is a thing. My angel baby Shaydon Jayce Legacy Campbell. It was an honor and privilege to be your mother and I still glad I got to spend 40 weeks and 4 days with you. I love you and I miss you dearly. 💙