Hello I'm Karen (24) and I'm married to DH James (24). We just experienced our first lost on September 29th and I've been lurking here some since then but didnt really know what to say.
I'm sorry that all of you had to experience something so terrible.
Here is our story as I remember it.
Savannah Jean Quinn
Stillborn 9/29/07 @ 8:10am
8lbs 14.6 oz, 19 inches
We got to the hospital at 7am and the nurse asked me about a thousand questions. She mentioned my pulse being high and said it was 144 but really didn’t seem all that concerned. Next time she took it, it was down to 114. I guess that should have been the first clue something was wrong- but who would have guessed. The Dr. showed up about 7:30, checked me and said I was 5-6 centimeters dilated. He went ahead and broke my water. A little blood came out as soon as he did. He thought it was show at first and said we’d keep an eye on it. A few minutes later a little more blood started coming out and the monitor lost Savannah's heartbeat. The nurse called another nurse in to try and find her heart beat so she could start my IV. They would pick it up for a while but it was only in the 40’s-50’s. The Dr. rushed in and put an internal on. It was still in the 40’s- 50’s with an occasional jump up into the 70’s. This is when I start to get scared. They got the internal in, the IV in, and I got a couple of shots. I’m not really sure what they were for. Right then the Dr. said we were going for a c- section. I remember DH saying ‘so I just stay here’ and they said ‘yes’. They started wheeling me down the hall and I didn’t even have my admission bracelet on or any blood work done. They drew my blood in the middle of the hall. I’m kneeling on all fours because this seems to be the position that she can tolerate the best. By the time we got to the OR there was blood clear up on my pillow. There was a lot coming out. I crawled over onto the table and about 2 minutes later there was a huge gush of blood and clots. I know some of them had to be the size of baseballs from the way they felt. I remember being really cold and shaking but I’m not sure if it’s because it was actually cold or because I was scared. I wanted my husband and my baby. They spent about 15 seconds prepping me for surgery and the Dr. gave me a couple of shots of local anesthetic. The anesthesiologist eventually made it but we didn’t have time to wait for it to take effect. He said that I was going to feel some of it and I said okay. I knew that she needed to be born quickly so I wasn’t too worried about it. I don’t think I really understood that, that meant he was going to completely cut me open while I laid there screaming though. After what seemed like forever I was out.
Next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room. The first words out of my mouth were ‘is she okay’. I was told the Dr. would be in a few minutes to talk to me. At that point I knew something was wrong but I didn’t expect to hear what I did. After me asking a few more times what was going on and eventually getting pissed off because it seemed to be taking forever… James and Dr. Kesselring walked in. As soon as James saw me he started crying. I knew right then that it was the worst. I said ‘she isn’t okay is she’ and he said ‘no.’ The three of us spent a few minutes talking and the Dr. tried to explain what he thought happened. We still haven’t gotten the official report back but he is almost positive that our baby had vasa previa and a severe placental abruption.
Shortly after they brought our beautiful baby to us and we spent time holding her and letting her know that mommy & daddy love her.
Thanks for letting me share.