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This is my story for those of you who don't know. My name is Debbie Deneumoustier
I was 19 years old when I got pregnant & was thrilled I had been with my hubby all thru high school. The pregnancy was going good. I had not been feeling good the last week I was due 9/29/84 I was throwing up & just plain sick, My doctor told me I had a bug & probably braxton hicks contractions, I had my baby shower on 9/24/84 as sick as I was. My doctor finally told me he would order an ultra sound & if I didn't feel better the day that was scheduled to come over to the clinic (in the hospital) Well the guy that did the ultra sound told me I needed rest & told me to go home & right into bed, that was at 11:30AM Well at that time I was baby-sitting my niece who was 4 yrs old & has been baby-sitting thru my whole pregnancy so I couldn't just go to bed, I was walking thru the hospital when all of a sudden I collapsed, not wanting to cause a scene in front of my niece I got up and slowly walked to the clinic, I told the bitchy nurse that the doctor told me he would see me if I wasn't better, she said you are going to have to wait I got a little loud with her saying I cant wait please please get the doctor, she refused saying he was with a patient, I took it upon myself to go thru the double doors & barge in on him, (he was examining someone) the doctor said Debra I will be with you in a few minutes I stood in that room with this woman undressed being examen saying well I guess I will sit here & wait. He had the nurse come & put me in a room.

I sat in the room for a couple of minutes when he finally came in and checked me, He put a heart monitor on & we watched the heart beat go from 90 to 94 then 80 to 75 to 65 then finally it hit 46 the doctor said we are going to do a C-section I think the baby is in trouble & so are you, now it is 12:45pm He called my Mother (he has known her for years) and called my hubby. They gave me medication to put me to sleep but I wasn't going down that easy, I knew something wasn't right. I heard the doctor say to my mother she is having a placenta abruption & I have to get that baby out or we will lose both of the ( I was bleeding to death) but I had not a bit of spotting at all..
Michael was born at 1:30 PM
Half way thru the c-section I heard all these people running in with machines. I finally went to sleep, I woke up what seem to be a few minutes later & the operating room was dead silence little scary since it was so loud when I went in there, I saw my Mom & said where is John & where is the baby, She said John will be here any time now & Debbie I don't think the baby is going to make it..I started screaming WHY WHY? The doctor came in & said it is best off for her to sleep before we talk to her, I was screaming I don't want to go to sleep. & that was the last thing I remember for a little while. they told my Mom   they  had  to work  on him  so go to the room with me &  keep me  quite. The nurse said you can hold the baby for a couple of minutes.
THEN THE FINAL BLOW
4:45pm
I was in my room with my Mom & the baby dad John just showed up with champagne for us when  the doctor & two nurses came in & said the baby just passed away. The stupid question was asked would you like to hold the baby...I said yes I do..Not knowing he really did pass away I was in complete disbelief. My hubby ran out of the room flipping out & the security guards led him outside. The stupid people left me on the maternity ward, All messed up on medication I kept hearing babies cry so I thought this might be a nightmare. It was a nightmare,, MINE..the worse day of my life. The nurse I had was not very compassionate when I asked why me? her answer was why not you , it could happen to anyone.

It took the hospital 2 days to get me off the maternity ward.

After all that the chaplain & a doctor came in & said you need to make arrangements for you son...Still numb, I was young & this was my fist child born & didn't know what the hell was going on, After having a baby you never expect to leave  the hospital making funeral arrangements