I want my baby boy back. It took us 8 years to get pregnant. I had an incredibly difficult pregnancy, and we almost made it! I had early progesterone problems (bedrest and supplementation), IC (rescue cerclage at 22W and more bedrest), and finally PTL at 24W due to an infection. Through it all, I thought that God was giving us all of these miracles, so Rivi would be fine. I honestly thought that God's hand was keeping him safe.
And, when he was born at 24W6D, he was thriving. The doctors were amazed. He was breathing on his own, and screaming up a storm when they pulled him out. Both of his APGARs were 8s. They whisked him off to the NICU and tried to tell me all of the horrible things that could go wrong, but I wouldn't listen - he'd MADE IT, damnit. He was small, but he was tough, and he'd be fine. Four hours later he could barely breathe with the help of a ventilator. The infection had raised his white blood count to 41,000, when it should have been closer to 5,000. He fought so hard. I watched him somehow raise his oxygen level back up time after time. But finally it affected his heart, too. And I watched them do CPR four times. The fifth time, not even several tries of drugs would work. I had to hold my baby boy while he died. I never even got to change a diaper! All of our pictures are of a dead baby. And I had to go to Buy Buy Baby to pick out a cremation outfit, and everything was too big! And I was surrounded by happy parents while I sobbed in the middle of the store.
Why the hell did God give up? He got us through so much, then it seemed like He didn't care anymore. How do I get through each day when all I want to do is curl up and die?
Here's a link to Rivi's Story:
http://www.soulcysters.net/showthrea...threadid=99840



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and missing Isaac Doran born too soon 2/2/04, 







