Every time i come accrross this true story, I have to read it. It breaks my heart to think what hes happened to mIchelle, so i have put it in my blog, because this true satory touches my heart. My x girl friends baby deid, i was in bit's still think about him/her to day, thinking what if? lest we forget!
You gave me life, put your love in my heart,
Now God's cut it to short, and it's time for us to part.
With my memories few, each one I bless,
I'll keep you in my dreams, where you can let your love rest.
Each day I'll confide to you, how I feel inside,
I'll try to make you proud, while I try not to cry.
With my head to my knees, and flowers to my chest,
I lay them down slowly, on the grave in which you rest.
Michelle was pregnant with a baby boy and went into preterm labor. She was only 21 weeks 4 days along so the doctors didn't do anything to help her baby live. He died after only precious 41 minutes. She set up a memorial fund to help pay for the tombstone that her family can't afford to buy. If you can, please help this girl. She has gone through enough pain, help her get a tombstone so she can feel like her baby is resting in peace. Anything will help, even if it's only a dollar.
Here is Brenden's story:
"July 7th I slept all day and woke up at 9 and went to the bathroom. I started to bleed really bad. I didn't even feel any cramping, but I guess I was already having contractions by then. I started to beg for God not to take him away, not now. I didn't want to lose him now. It was to early, his life hadn't even begun. Plus he was my baby, and this WASN'T supposed to happen to me. I knew it happened to other people, but I thought since I was being so careful that it wouldn't happen to me. I felt him kick one last time. I cried and cried and called 911. I got to the hospital around 10:30 and was bleeding heavier and heavier. Since I wasn't 18 it took forever for them to check me out. I had to wait for my uncle to get there to sign some permission forms. Finally a doctor came in and checked me out and said they could feel the sac when she put her hand there and there was nothing they could do because I was already 10 cm dialated. They couldn't sowe me back up because that would cause infection and could maybe kill the baby if they did that. They gave me medicine to stop contractions because they were getting worse and closer by the minute.. Lasting longer each time. I kept begining for them to let me hear his heartbeat so finally they got me strapped to a heart monitor and at first the nurse took forever to find it so by then I was bawling more figuring he had already passed inside me.. Finally she found it. It wasn't strong, but it wasn't weak, but you could tell that his heart beat would rise up and then decline back down between periods. I laid in that room while the nurses went to talk to doctors and just prayed and prayed. I BEGGED. I was all alone besides my uncle who was in the other room filling out papers for me and trying to get a hold of my mom. He came in the room before he went to go get my mom at work and told me to think positive and then everything would be okay. I did exactly that and tried to forget everything that was going on and just rubbed my tummy and told him things would be okay. They finally put me into my own room, which was HUGE. They gave me more medicine which felt like I got drunk right away. They laid my head down and raised my feet up as high as the bed could go.. They were trying their best to keep him to stay in longer. He was only 21 weeks and 4 days old. They don't consider babies viable to live until 24 weeks, maybe 23. They were trying to keep him in there for 2 weeks longer and start giving me steroids to make his lungs develop more. I thought the medicine that was making my contractions slower were actually working, because I didn't have as many contractions as I did. Plus when I was watching the screen when my Mom and Mitchell was asleep the lines kept getting smaller and smaller showing they were decreasing. But things took a turn for the worse at 5:00 a.m. I yelled for the nurse because I had a HUGE contraction. It hurt so bad, and I could feel him trying to make his way out. By the time she got in there he was already halfway out and not even a minute later he was born. 5:04 am. I cried and cried because before he was born they had a neonatal nurse come in and she told me that they weren't going to help him survive just because he was too tiny and he probably wouldn't make it anyways. I just didn't understand it. He came out and was breathing on his own. They took him to the little baby station beside me and washed him up and put some clothes on and let me and Mitchell hold him. I could see him fighting to breathe. He even moved his fingers a couple of times grasping them..I put my thumb down there and he held on. Mitchell was holding him when the nurse asked if she could check his heartbeat and that's when she said he didn't have one anymore. He fought to live for 41 minutes without any help from any medical doctors. I feel that they should have atleast tried, because what if he was that ONE miracle baby who could have been the first to survive that early? They don't know, and now they will never know. I got my answers to why it happened. They said I had a Incompetent Cervix and that it was weak. Next time I get pregnant I have to get stitches called a Cerplsy or something like that to make sure the next baby will at least stays full term or to a point where they know him/her could survive. But the thing is I don't want another baby, I want this baby back. I want my Brenden back. I wish I could go back and take more pictures, because I delayed.. I didn't take that many pictures when I was pregnant. I wish I would have took more pictures of Brenden now that I look back on it. I feel that I don't have enough. The only thing that will make me feel complete right now is to get his tombstone."
