Personal Narrative: Six-Week Old Baby
Thump, Thump, Thump went the heart of our six-week old baby. The feeling was indescribable.
“Awwwe, do you hear that?”
“Yeeees,” my husband said, tipping his head and smiling.
Two weeks later was our prenatal exam. “What’s happening?” I said. “I’m not hearing anything quite yet,” Dr. Dykowski said as he turned up the monitor, still searching for a sound, the sound of life, of our baby, but it never happened. Finally, he stopped, “I’m sorry.” The ache was deep, and I was having trouble absorbing the sadness. It’ll be okay, I’m sure it’s just a first time fluke,” Jeff said.
But it wasn’t, as we went through those emotions three more times. “I checked with our pastor,” Jeff said one day, “Ray said if a tragedy happens to little babies, they go right to heaven.” I sighed with relief for their little souls. So much had happened in two years with four pregnancies and losses, visits to specialists and insurance obstacles. I was obsessed during this time, charting things like anticardiolipins and other irrelevant data, and through it all, my husband listened and ventured down every path that I knew would lead to somewhere. …show more content…
“Jeff, Ruth and I have been talking, and we know the head of the department at Sanai hospital…”
So I called Dr. Schwartz who, with his thick accent, referred me to an “out – stand -- ing” gynecologist, who figured out my problem and sent me to a surgeon.
“Can you go down to post op; your wife is really upset down there,” the nurse said to my
“Awwwe, do you hear that?”
“Yeeees,” my husband said, tipping his head and smiling.
Two weeks later was our prenatal exam. “What’s happening?” I said. “I’m not hearing anything quite yet,” Dr. Dykowski said as he turned up the monitor, still searching for a sound, the sound of life, of our baby, but it never happened. Finally, he stopped, “I’m sorry.” The ache was deep, and I was having trouble absorbing the sadness. It’ll be okay, I’m sure it’s just a first time fluke,” Jeff said.
But it wasn’t, as we went through those emotions three more times. “I checked with our pastor,” Jeff said one day, “Ray said if a tragedy happens to little babies, they go right to heaven.” I sighed with relief for their little souls. So much had happened in two years with four pregnancies and losses, visits to specialists and insurance obstacles. I was obsessed during this time, charting things like anticardiolipins and other irrelevant data, and through it all, my husband listened and ventured down every path that I knew would lead to somewhere. …show more content…
“Jeff, Ruth and I have been talking, and we know the head of the department at Sanai hospital…”
So I called Dr. Schwartz who, with his thick accent, referred me to an “out – stand -- ing” gynecologist, who figured out my problem and sent me to a surgeon.
“Can you go down to post op; your wife is really upset down there,” the nurse said to my