First off I am so glad I found this site. I can't believe I haven't found it sooner as much time as I have spent researching eclampsia.
December 28, 2003 started out just like any other Sunday for me. My husband and I got ready and headed to my parents house. The only thing abnormal was that I was seeing a few spots in front of my eyes. I relaly didn't think anything about it. WE arrived at my parent snd I sat down to talk to my mama. Then I don't remeber anything until around 4am the next morning and I was in a hospital. I raised my head up and saw my husband asleep my mama was beside me. I felt something on my tummy and asked my mama what it was. She told me it was the bandage. I was like oh I had a c-section? She told me yes. Then I asked how's my baby? She started saying something about me having seizures and the umbilical cord being around her neck. I didn't even let her finish I just looked at her and started crying and asked she's dead? God, the devestation I felt. Later they explained to me that I start having seizures after I got to my parents. After, the ambulance got to the hospital the doctor did an ultrasound and there was no heart beat. My doctor believes that it was a combination of the seizures and the umbilical cord being around her neck that caused it. The thing they kept trying to tell me was that it wasn't my fault. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what if. I really had no symptoms until that morning. I had been to the doctor just 10 days before and everything was fine. I was 30 weeks and counting down the weeks until I would hold my baby in my arms. We already knew it was a girl. Although I said I didn't care what the baby was, a girl was what I wanted. I did get to hold her in my arms. She was just dead. This perfect little angel with my nose and chin and her daddy's mouth and a head full of blonde hair. My two biggest fears have always been that I couldn't have children and that I would lose one. I have lost a lot in my 22 years more than most people my age, but NOTHING compares to this. There's an emptiness inside of me. Fortunately I am not suffering from depression, just grief there is a difference. I had my 6 week checkup today. My doctor said I should wait 6 months before getting pregnant again. I don't know if I can. It is going to be so hard. I want SO badly to have something to look forward to again. I want another child more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. At the same time I am petrified that I will lose the next one too. It's worth the risk to me though. I will never forget my little Emma. (I didn't even get to go to her funeral. I don't know if I could have taken it anyhow.) But I want another so bad. I will grieve for Emma for the rest of my life, I know that. The pain will lessen but I will never really get over it.
In loving memory of
Emma Victoria Lowe
"Though a flower may not bloom, it our hearts we still know the beauty of its blossom."

