Laken's Story

Please do not remove my daughter's pictures from this site! 

 

 Though a flower may not bloom,

In our heart, we still know,

The beauty of its blossom.
 
So it is with this tiny someone…
 

In January of 2010 my husband and I found out we were expecting baby number three! We were excited, but scared. We had not planned for the new baby and had mixed feelings on the timing. Each month we became more and more excited.

After seeing the baby in the first ultrasound we were in love! The baby was active with a heartbeat of 171. I was 11 weeks along and everything was fine. The new baby would be here in August!

Months passed and the baby grew. Although I couldn't shake the feeling that something
would go wrong I was happy and excited to be having a new baby around. Not to mention our daughter Paige and son Chase being excited about being a big brother and sister.
On each doctors visit I would ask for an ultrasound just to ease my worries. With my second pregnancy I had complications with gestational diabetes, so that was another worry on my mind. Each visit the baby was very active with an excellent heartbeart. The baby was so active the ultrasound tech could never tell us if we were having a boy or girl!
At 20 weeks my doctor made an appointment for me to see a high risks OB doctor for April 08, 2010 at 10:00 am. On my refferal it mentioned gestational diabetes and proteinuria. It scared me and made me worry, but it also would be the day I would get a 4D ultrasound and finally find out if we were getting a baby boy or baby girl.
As weeks passed we were going through names and we started buying all the cute baby things. I had mixed feelings on which I wanted, boy or girl. I was leaning more towards a boy, but hadn't really decided just as long as he or she were healthy. My husband and son were pro boy and our daughter was pro girl.

 

On April 6th I woke up with a slight pain in my lower stomach. Not enough to complain about. I just figured it to be ligament pains from the stretching. The next day on April 7th the pains became worse, but still mild. I also was slightly bleeding with discharge. My husband called my doctor's office and I was told to go on to the hospital to be checked. I walked into the hospital at 5:45 pm. Pains becoming worse. I was told since I was only 22 weeks along and not 24 that I had to be evaluated in the ER and if they felt I should be seen upstairs in OB I would.

Time came and went. They took a urine sample, did blood work and did an ultrasound. During the ultrasound, the ultrasound tech said everything looked fine. She told me the baby's heartbeat was a great 153. She even tried to tell us the sex of the baby, but he/she was just too active as always. I had no idea this would be the last time I would see my baby on screen and alive.
At 8:41 pm I was released from the ER diagnosed with a UTI (urinary tract infection) and was given a shot of penicillin. I was never checked for contractions, I never had my cervix checked for dilation and my OB doctor was never contacted. So, I wasn't ready to panic just yet. Perhaps, it was just something simple.
By the time I got home we were on our way right back to the hospital. My contractions were minutes apart and I was in so much pain. I was sent straight upstairs to OB, hooked to monitors and checked for dilation. I was dilated one and my cervix was 100% effaced.
The head nurse told me that if I were to "miscarry" even though I was passed 20 weeks that to know they were doing everything that they could to save the baby. She went on to tell me I was lucky that I still had my other two babies at home. Even though I knew this, it didn't soften the blow at all! I was taken to labor and delivery and the nurses gave me magnesium to try and stop the contractions. While nurses ran in and out of my room one came and gave me the tighest hug. She too had been in my shoes and knew what was instore for me. My doctor came in to talk to me about being sent straight to the high risks doctor in Lexington, KY. The same doctor that I was suppose to have an appointment with the very next morning. After she examined me, she found that I had already dilated three and my water had started to break. She was too worried about me having the baby before actually making it to Lexington. It was too late and I was induced to speed up labor.
 
 
I was in labor for 14 plus hours. My mind was going crazy. I was told my baby wasn't vible. That I wasn't far along enough for it to survive outside the womb. The heartbeat was still strong all through labor. The last time the heartbeat was checked was 6:20 that morning and it was a strong 155. My baby was a fighter! On the day I was suppose to find out if I were having a boy or girl our baby would be born. Even though some moments of that morning are a blur, I remember a young nurse asking me if this were my first child. I said "no, my third, but this baby probably won't make it because I'm only 22 weeks along". The whole time I saw my head nurse giving this young girl head shakes like don't ask those questions! The young nurse went on to say "well, don't lose hope" I hadn't lost hope, but I knew chances of my baby being born alive and staying alive were very slim. 
After hours of pain and torture, at 12:09 pm our baby entered the world. I pushed the baby out and I didn't get that longed for cry, it was silent. They did nothing to try and revive it. They took the baby out of the room to clean it up. Finally when my doctor returned to check me I asked the sex and was told "it was a little girl". We had a little girl! As I was lying there in shock hearing those words brought tears to my eyes and my husbands. When they brought her back to us. I saw them wheeling her little hospital bassinet into the room. The first thing I did was look at my husband in fear. What would she look like? Could I handle holding her or even seeing her? I recall a different young nurse with tears in her eyes touch me on the shoulder. Another nurse put my daughter in my arms as she said "here you go mama". Those are words I will never forget. My husband and I cried. We cried for our baby that wouldn't be. All the hopes and dreams shattered. I had never seen my husband cry so hard. He held his daughter and said "this is what was inside of you"! He was so proud, but sad that we would have to say hello and goodbye in such a short time.
We named her Laken. A name her daddy picked out. She weighed 12 oz and was 11 inches long. She was so tiny, but so beautiful. She stayed in the room with us all that night. I didn't want the night to end. The next day came and we had to say our goodbyes. We couldn't give her enough kisses. We won't get to watch her grow up. We'll never know what may have been. I have very little items to remember her by. I have a tiny hospital bracelet she never even wore, a set of her tiny footprints and four pictures of her. I would give anything to have those hours back. So many more pictures I would have taken. No more will ever be. No first Christmas, no first birthday, no first days of school, no first anything. We
only had 24 hours to make a lifetime of memories.
After months and months of searching, lots of tears and talking to lawyers trying to get answers, after researching on my own and thanks to a fellow BLM for her helpful information, we finally found our answers. Laken's early arrival was due to complications with Chorioamnionitis. An inflammation of the fetal membranes (amnion and chorion). In my case, I had severe acute inflammation on the chorion plate. This only affects 2% of pregnancies. As of now there is no prevention or treatment. It can lead to infection in both the mother and baby and, in most cases means the baby must be delievered as soon as possible.
My baby girl is missed everyday! Walking out of that hospital empty handed was the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. Waking up everyday and trying to keep it together is a part of my new normal. She will truely be missed for the rest of our lives, for she was a moment in our arms and a lifetime in our hearts. You never truely know what a broken heart is until you endure the pain of losing a child.
 
This is the very first picture taken of my sweet girl. Some who happen across my site may find it offensive, but I really don't care! You can either look, or  you can look away. I'm proud to say that I had a daughter and I don't intend to hide her. She was beautiful and perfect.
 
 
My family and my biggest supporters! Hubby, daughter Paige, son Chase and our Laken Bear from Molly Bears. She is the same weight as Laken, 12 oz.
 
 
Where my little angel rests
Laken's 2nd Birthday in Heaven 
 
Picture that good friend Raquel took at Disney World in memory of Laken.